My arrival in London was like a Utopia like pause from the pain, I carried for months. I was happy for the welcome I felt. It was the first major step towards my 1 year of solo travel. I surprised myself by how quickly, I was able to maneuver my way into the transit city of London. The rails are beautiful and adds to the allure of the city. Its dark aroma with moments of peaking blue skies, funny enough, felt like I was home. Of course it did because it perfectly described my new identity, that is grief. We bonded, I loved it.
Being an introvert is such a struggle as a solo traveler. You’re constantly fighting head battles with yourself, to smile more, to appear way more open, to make eye contact and or give inviting smiles to the ones that glances your way. I say all this to say, that getting out of your comfort zone, is only scary in its inception stages. Take a leap, make small strides, be patient with yourself and be ready to reinvent yourself.
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