Travel has been an important part of my lifestyle for the past five years, a hobby I live and breathe in any way I can. I subscribe to travel blogs and magazines, follow travel Instagram accounts, troll through Flickr for inspiring travel photography, anything to maintain the fuel in my wanderlust engine. I have made it a priority in my life to go somewhere new every year, and this year, I’m taking a big step by going on a five month solo adventure through South America.
I only have one more sleep until I get on a plane to return to Iceland for nine days. I will be attending the Iceland Airwaves music festival, with a few days beforehand to potentially site-see, reunite with friends and family, or just simply find a quiet cafe in inspirational Reykjavik and write. The first time I was preparing to go to Iceland, back in March 2014, things were very different. It was my first time visiting my country of origin, for one. It was the longest trip I had ever spent travelling completely solo. A portion of the trip was dedicated to attending the Iceland Writers Retreat, where I was surrounded by fellow writers and some of my favourite authors. And, my departure preparations were shaped by another life event that I’ve kept absent from social media and this blog – my grandfather died three days before my plane left the ground.
Before I went to travel by myself for the first time, people were always shocked I was going at it alone. “Aren’t you terrified?” “Is that even safe?” “Won’t you get lonely?”