I saw this postcard on postsecret last Sunday, and of course it stood out. Anything air travel related stands out to me. But it didn’t really speak to me at the time, so I kept on scrolling through.
But the more I thought about it, the more it does speak to me, but not in the way it’s meant, I’m sure.
You see, over the last two or three weeks, I’ve been thinking. It all started with my solo trip to the beach in April, and how wonderful it was, just me and the waves. And I decided that I was going to go to the beach every year for my birthday, not necessarily alone, but I would definitely try to go alone. My friend mentioned Belize, and when I looked it up, I couldn’t believe how cheap it was (as long as I didn’t mind not having a suite).
So I decided on Belize, next April, sometime around my birthday.
I’ve always been against traveling alone, for several reasons. It really has nothing to do with me not wanting to be alone. I don’t mind being alone. Part of it was a safety issue – a single, not-unattractive woman, traveling alone in a foreign country, possibly (probably) unable to speak the language, doesn’t seem especially safe. I know other women have done it, but, I’ll admit, I was a little scared. The other part of it is that I never seem to enjoy certain things as much as when there’s someone to share it with. A beautiful view is wonderful, but when you can remember it with someone months, years later, that makes it even better, I think. Part of travel is the funny and memorable stories that come out of it, and if you don’t have someone to share it with, it’s not quite as special.
But the thought of going to Belize by myself made me…happy. Excited. Calm and content. And then I thought, where else do I want to go? France. Italy. Greece. Iceland. Peru. Turkey. India. Indonesia. Egypt. Germany. And many, many more places.
And, with only a few exceptions (India, Egypt, Turkey), I feel perfectly comfortable with the idea of traveling alone.
I’m done waiting for someone to travel with. I’m done with my life on hold.
My plan right now is Belize in April, Cabo for whale watching in Q1 2012, Peru at the end of summer 2012, and France in Spring 2013. Plus, I need to make it to Chicago and DC sometime in the next year or two.
Anyway, to get back to the postcard. I’m obviously no longer in a relationship with a pilot. Being with The Pilot didn’t spark my desire for adventure any more than it was already sparked.
But what he put me through, the issues I’ve dealt with, the personal hell I’ve been through in the last seven months?
Well, if this were my postcard, it might say, “Being with a pilot wasn’t a romantic adventure, but the rest of my life will be.”
Maybe that’s the life changer that came from that relationship.