Female Solo Traveler is trending worldwide. It’s like every woman that doesn’t give a f$%k about the society norms pack their whole life inside a bag and experience the world.
Every time I tell my stories about me traveling alone some people will pity me while some people will get inspired by my stories but either way I am one of those people who doesn’t really give a f%&k to what the society dictates me to do but hey I am grateful that I am able to inspire people especially women.
“So how did you start? Where did you get the courage? Aren’t you scared? What about your future?” those questions I get every time. So let me go ahead and tell you how this shinanigans started.
I am not one of the popular kid at school nor my parents are rich. I grew up being bullied and scared of everything and yes I used to listen and get affected to what people tells me. Ahh. I do remember when one of my mother’s friend told my friend to not being friend with me because I’m a bad person and her daughter may get pregnant at early age or that even one time my classmates at high school laughs at me and just making fun of me for being that ugly weird kid with braces. Oh those days that gives me so much hatred, anxiety, depression and trauma growing up and my only release is by writing and day dreaming of getting out of where I am.
Yes! I’ve been day dreaming and planning my escape from the city I grew up in, from the people I am with and from everything that gives me pain. I’ve watch a lot of movies, reading about other country, talking to some people on the internet from different country and just visioning myself that one day ill get out of where I am.
Well it took me 26 years to finally made it. I mean I didn’t move yet but instead I tried booking a flight from Philippines to Singapore. I told my mom and my friends about it and they won’t believe me because they know how clumsy I am and I am always scared.
But you know that feeling when no one believes you, you feel like you want to prove them wrong and that you can do it. Yes I had that feeling so I booked my flight to Singapore and then in Malaysia and that’s how my travel bug started.
It was a memorable first trip as I had a lot of good memories and bad memories but sure it gives me a good life lesson that I always cherish till I get old.
Fast forward to 31 years old me. I already moved to Malaysia after telling myself that I will live here one day when I first travel here 5 years ago.
So the bottom line of this story though is just used the pain as an inspiration that one day you’ll make it, that one day. You can do it. Don’t let the negative words of people drag you down. Don’t ever compare yourself to people but instead compete with yourself and oh yeah. Just book that flight.