In the Summer of 2016, I knew I wanted to go on a big adventure. In high school, I went on a family vacation to New York. In college, I made a couple trips to Hawaii, and also traveled to Germany because my brother lived there. But I was never bit by the “travel bug.” So last year, I decided to give traveling another try. Hardest part? Deciding where to go.
At first, I looked into places like the city of Cancun or the country of Belize. I figured they would be good options because they’re close, touristy, and most importantly, had sun. Then my gut told me to go further away, more exotic. What popped in my head first? Fiji. “Nah, I can’t go to a place like Fiji! That place is for honeymoons!”
I convinced myself that I couldn’t go to a tropical, exotic place like Fiji or Tahiti because they are meant for couple vacations and honeymoons. I was single so I had to go where I thought single people were expected to go. Around the world was just not in the cards… I’m ashamed to admit that this was my way of thinking.
I purchased travel books, looked up all-inclusive resorts in Mexico, and tried to do as much research as I could before I made a decision. But even after all my research, I felt further away from any decision. There were just way too many options. I was overwhelmed to the point where I gave up. I did make a decision, though: I decided that I wouldn’t travel. I would wait until I have that boyfriend and go on a romantic trip when it just makes more sense.
Thankfully, I ended up questioning that negative voice in my head. I asked myself, “Why not?!” Why do I need to wait? Why can’t I go someplace exotic as a single person? Why not go on a crazy, once-in-a-lifetime adventure?!”
So I asked for a sign…
Clearly my research wasn’t helping. I couldn’t even pick a continent, let alone a country or a city. So I asked the Universe to give me a little hint on where I should go. Within a week, I received an e-mail from a colleague saying that a reporter was leaving my TV station to focus on his business in Bali.
This was my sign, I knew it. A few e-mails and a couple days later, I had a trip booked to Bali.
As I’m writing this now, I have since returned from Bali, and I am so damn grateful for that little sign. I have so many stories and photos I never want to forget, so I’m starting this blog to share my experience. And who knows, it could evolve down the road because I have a sneaky suspicion my ‘see-where-the-wind-takes-me journey’ isn’t about to end anytime soon.
Needless to say, I was bit by that infamous travel bug.