Last year, I went on my first solo journey to France.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was using travel to run away from the things I was not yet ready to face.
My lack of direction, more accurately.
I went to France to run away, but realized while I was there that I had to face my fears directly. I could no longer rely on other people. I had to rely solely on my own.
I learned a lot about myself during those two months:
I love spending time on my own, in fact, I need it.
I am very patient and calm during stressful situations.
I am a good teacher.
So while this trip originated from a place of confusion, desperation and loss, I ended up finding much more than I expected.
I ended up learning more about myself.