Okay, let’s get real for a sec. Who else has secretly side-eyed those “brave solo female traveler” Instagram posts while simultaneously feeling a weird mix of FOMO and anxiety? 🙋♀️ Same. Until last…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real – I just booked a one-way ticket to Lisbon while drinking boxed wine in my pajamas. Cue the panic spiral. Wait, why does solo travel feel like confessing you…
Read moreOkay, real talk – who else used to think solo travel was code for “I have no friends”? 🙋♀️ Raise your hand, no judgment here. I literally planned my first solo trip because…
Read moreOkay, ladies, let’s get real for a sec. Between doomscrolling and pretending to adult, sometimes the only therapy we can afford is a paperback and a tub of cookie dough. 🍪 But not…
Read moreOkay, real talk: who else has secretly dreamed of ditching the group chat, grabbing a backpack, and just… going? 🙋♀️ Two years ago, I finally did it—booked a one-way ticket to Lisbon with…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real – when I first Googled “solo female travel,” the algorithm hit me with pepper spray ads and horror stories about hostel bunk beds. 🙄 But here’s the tea:…
Read moreSo there I was last Tuesday, wearing my “strong independent woman” pajamas (the ones with coffee stains from 2022), when my cat knocked over my vanilla latte onto a stack of unread books….
Read moreSo, picture this: I’m sitting in a cute Parisian café, sipping my third cappuccino of the morning, when a couple next to me starts arguing over their map. The guy wants to visit…
Read moreOkay, real talk – I used to think solo travel was code for “I have no friends.” 🙈 Then I found myself sitting alone at a Parisian café last spring, sipping overpriced rosé…
Read moreOkay, let’s get this out there: I used to think solo travel was for Insta influencers with trust funds and a death wish. 🙃 Then I found myself ugly-crying in a Porto hostel…
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