Spoiler alert – I’m going to be in my “mid-thirties” in less than two weeks. Wild right? I know, I know, I look like 22. Ha! Just kidding. But in all seriousness, I don’t feel my age. Sometimes I take a look back at how much has changed in my life, in just the past ten years. I reflect on what I would tell myself, and really, just what I’ve learned. Today I’m diving into my thoughts surrounding traveling in your 30s vs traveling in your 20s.
One big thing (to me) that’s changed in the past ten years is my sense of travel and exploration. Ten years ago, I’d hesitate when booking a vacation. No, not just because of the dollar signs surrounding the investment, but also because of who was available. Was my boyfriend free? Did he want to go with me? How about my best friend? No one? Ok, well, scratch that idea off the list.
^^Laur and I in NYC in college (one of many, many trips)
That’s just as simple as it was. The vacation gone, the idea pushed aside for another time.
A shame right? It has only taken me this long in my life to really shake that sense of security I needed in a travel partner. I’d read articles, green with envy of those who could just pick up their life and move to another country and start fresh. Find their passion. Live their best life, as corny as that sounds. And who was I to think I could remotely do that when I couldn’t even book a solo vacation?
Because sometimes a girl is single when she doesn’t want to be. And sometimes a trip arises when it’s not convenient – for my life or my wallet. Everyone says travel is something you can’t put a price on – and they’re right.
And I’m finally living my life – for me.
Traveling in my 30s is so different than traveling in my 20s. Earlier this year, I went on my dream bourbon trip to the Kentucky Bourbon Affair – by myself. I lucked out and immediately made friends. And then I met more friends. And I now have a new bourbon family who I wouldn’t have met if I waited.
In less than two weeks, I’ll be celebrating my birthday by doing something I’ve wanted to do for years. I’m going to Austin (for the first time) to see my first Formula 1 race – by myself. I’ve been waiting for a friend or boyfriend to go with me – for far too long.
I’m so beyond excited and I can’t wait to share all the details about my trip when I return. Oh and for those who aren’t into racing (ok probably most of you – no judgement, all god’s children) – Taylor Swift is playing ON my birthday and
The Weeknd Usher and the Roots are playing the next and final night. Now that – is something to be excited about!
The moral of my wordy story is that you should never wait. Never wait for anyone – conquer what you love. Visit a place you never thought possible. And take that first baby step. You never know what you might see, or who you might meet.