My Thoughts After
3 Weeks of Solo Travel
It’s been a wild time in Ireland. I’ve learned how to drive manual in a trial by fire, drank with all manners of people until the wee hours of the morning, met a countless number of interesting people, and grown exponentially more confident in myself.
You get comfortable fast
Hostel life is easy
Being social is easy. Making friends can be as easy as making eye contact with someone in a hostel.
During that night at the pub crawl, I met at least 20 people, a few of which I ended up partying around Dublin with for five days. All because of saying, “Yes,” and consuming a few (many) pints throughout the night.
You’ve probably read this in a bunch of travel books and blogs, but hostel life really is the easiest thing. If you leave yourself remotely open to friendly interaction, chances are you’ll find someone to explore your new city with. It really is that easy.
You don’t have to be social
It took one night of feeling a bit guilty about being in a hostel and not really talking to someone. After taking a shower, I realized that I don’t have to talk to anyone if I don’t want to. This is my trip and I can be as social or antisocial as I want. I actually started to look forward to both hostels so I could meet new friends, and AirBnBs so I could have my solitude and be lazy. I could spend my time however I wished.