I Found the Beauty in Travelling Without My Significant Other

Travelling without your significant other

It's only natural that you and your life partner don't always have the travel desires. Or maybe one of your has more disposable income than the other. Shit happens. But it doesn't mean you can't travel without the other. 

Recently my other half of close to a decade has left me for five weeks (FIVE FREAKING WEEKS) to explore Vietnam. Now, I didn't go to Vietnam because I don't want to, I really do, but it's a boys trip – a celebration of sorts. It's a, hey we did a great job at opening a running a restaurant that was ripped from underneath us, so let's blow a couple of k, buy motorbikes and ride around Vietnam for a month, kind of trip. So an invite wasn't handed to me, and I respect that. Also, I'm still getting the hang of driving a car, let alone a freaking motorbike... I'm a little terrified for their lives.

Travelling without your partner

This morning I got up at 7am, which is damn early for me, jumped in the car with Josh, picked up the boys and drove over to the airport. Not without fueling our bodies with coffee first. 

The whole morning I had that icky feeling in my stomach. That feeling where your nerves want to burst out of you. I wasn't sure what I was nervous about. I mean, I've dropped people at the airport before sans-nerves. But this time, it felt like I was going to the airport but had forgotten my passport, my bag, my everything – my worst nightmare. 

Do airports make you feel sick? They certainly make me feel sick. Whether I'm there three or four hours ahead of my flight time, I'm nervous. 

Sure, I'm pretty afraid of flying. I try to fake that I'm a-ok with the whole thing, but I hate it. The moment I wake up on a flight day, I feel sick to my stomach until I'm high up in the air. 

But why was I so nervous today? 

Travelling without your partner

There's some strange part of sharing your life with someone else. As independent as we are, we're also very accustom to sharing the same bed every night. And when the right-hand-side of the bed is going away for five weeks, you feel like you're missing a limb. 

I think solo travel is harder on the person staying home. The person going away has an adventure every moment of their day. They don't think much about home life because they're too busy living in the now. But the person at home is living life as usual, without the limb they've come so used to having around. 

At the end of the day, it's actually really beautiful that you can miss someone that much. Someone you never planned on meeting, you never planned on sharing a life with, it just happened. And suddenly you wake up and life wouldn't be the same if you didn't go to that bar that night, didn't swipe right or didn't take that class – you'd never know what it would be like without that limb. 


I'm interested to hear your thoughts on travelling solo without your partner.

 

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