Travel, musings, Feelings

The life of a lonely traveler.

London — I used to enjoy traveling alone, it was an adventure, an unencumbered excursion into the world, and often, the unknown. Trains, planes, airports, hotels, busses, taxis — all were exciting in their own way: When journeying to new places, every step was an adventure, a challenge to overcome, no matter how small; when revisiting a place, those steps, the pieces of every traveler’s puzzle, were famil...