This is a guest post by Ayngelina of Bacon is Magic. She will be writing a series of articles on traveling as a solo female in your 30s.
I had a textbook childhood. I went to university, graduated with a degree, worked hard, and eventually landed a great job as an account director at an ad agency. It paid well, I wore jeans to work, practiced yoga at lunch, and went for pints with co-workers after hours.
But I wasn’t happy. The problem was I wasn’t unhappy either.
I was plugging away, doing my job, with no real highs or any real lows either. I worked, had dinner with friends, and went out on the weekends. I had enough money to go on vacations and do as I like.
This was what life was supposed to be about, right? Work hard to score the great job, money to afford the trendiest clothes and dine in the best restaurants? I chased after that in my 20s but once I hit my 30s, I realized that none of it made me happy.
I had always wanted to travel more than just for a short holiday. On vacations to Europe and South East Asia, I met people who gave up their careers to travel long term. I was envious. I wished I could do that.
After ten years of working, that dream was neatly tucked away in the cabinet of things I wanted to do but was too afraid to do. I had lots of excuses: I didn’t make enough money, I didn’t have enough in retirement, I wasn’t where I wanted to be in my career. None of those were true but they helped me legitimize not traveling. But I promised myself I would someday.
But we all know someday never happens. It is that when what we would consider going after the dream in our head…but only if all the stars aligned, there was a full moon, and we got a perfect Yahtzee score. In reality, someday rarely comes and we resign ourselves to simply dream about it.
What finally pushed me over the edge was turning 32 and sensing my biological clock ticking. I didn’t know if I really wanted to have kids, but I knew if I did, I had to travel now. I believed once you had kids, your life changed too much to travel. My friends with children never contemplated going to Colombia or Mongolia, they just wanted a decent night’s sleep and a sale on diapers. If I was going to have children, I wanted one last taste of glorious independence.
When I fantasized about this one last great adventure, I thought it would be with someone else. I tried to beg, cajole, bully my then-boyfriend into coming but it wasn’t his dream and I was too scared to go alone.
I had traveled alone once before – on a week’s vacation and with a cheap flight to Italy I ate my way alone around Rome. But that was a easy. A week in Italy is much different than selling everything, quitting your job and taking a one-way flight to Mexico. But this time, I would be giving up my comfortable life and that was a scary thought.
However, one lazy Sunday afternoon I was watching a movie with the boyfriend asleep on the couch. I looked around and thought:
Is this all there is? Is this my life? Is my dream to travel over?
I was on this track for the boyfriend/apartment to turn into husband/house/kids and I suddenly realized wasn’t ready for that. There was no convincing him though – I would have to go alone.
Someday had turned into now.
I got up from the couch, went to my laptop, and started figuring out my finances. That was the beginning of the end of my old life. I was so afraid to go but more afraid to face the regret of not going. I made a promise to myself and I was too stubborn to break it.
Somehow thinking that children were the end to independent travel gave me to push to finally go travel. I slowly started selling off all the pieces of my life, from furniture, to clothing, to my beloved book collection.
I put on a brave face when I told friends and family I was going but inside I was terrified. What would I do alone for a year? Would I be lonely the entire time? Would I be scared to travel in countries where I didn’t know the language?
After going away parties, goodbye lunches and farewell dinners, my boyfriend drove me to the airport. We broke up outside the airport security. As I gave him one last hug, I clung to him tightly. He represented all the safety and security in my life. I had a hard time breaking the embrace. I was so scared of the next step.
But he was stronger and let me go. We said goodbye and, as I walked into security, I looked back the entire time, glassy eyed, watching him watching me go. I finally turned around and walked through the security doors. And, as I passed the metal detector, all my fear and doubt vanished. It was replaced with this strong sense of knowing I had done the right thing.
Now, a year later I look back with certainty that it was the right thing. I have no plans to return to my old life. I have no idea what the future brings on the road but I’ve never been happier.
Ayngelina left a great job, boyfriend, friends and apartment to find inspiration in Latin America. You can read about her adventures at Bacon is Magic (which it is!).