The first time I traveled alone, it was scary. Not because of safety, but because of the emptiness. No one mirrors you. No one says, “Come here, it’s more interesting there.” Just you and the city. You and your thoughts. You and an evening without talking.

And that’s when the real discoveries begin. Not just about local cafes or views from the bridge, but about yourself. Without “we,” without “he thinks,” without “we decided.”

Traveling alone isn’t about loneliness. It’s about the opportunity to be yourself, without the pressure of a social role. And if you feel good there, it’s a sign that you’ve already become your own home.