“You are traveling alone?”
“Excuse me?”
“You are alone?”
Physically…yes…This man, that I have just met, is right. I am traveling alone.
That was DAY 12 of my travels.
Fast forward to now:
Over 1,296,000 seconds later.
Fast forward to now:
Over 1,000 photos later.
Fast forward to now:
Over 30 hours of train riding later.
Fast forward to now:
Over 15 cappuccino later.
Fast forward to now:
9 cities later:
Fast forward to now:
1 trip later.
Physically, I may have been on my own, but 1 trip later, I have found that I had truly the best travel companions at my side: My thoughts.
Like people, they fought with me, proved indecisive, had trouble making decisions, offered me both simple and complex conversation, and most of all, like people, they kept me company.
They gave me questions, they tested my patience, they sat with me, they listened, and they let me talk. When I got lost, they reassured me that I’d find my way back. And when it was between spending money and saving it, they reminded me that I only live once.
They were my best friends for fifteen days.
Sure, for most of the night, I had company in whoever’s house I had couch surfed at, but for the most part, it was just me and my thoughts--my thoughts and me--mano i mano--and it was the least lonely I have been in a while…it was the best company I could have asked for. For that time—it was the only company I needed. It was the best 1,296,000 seconds with my thoughts I could have ever wanted.
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