When I was young and foolish, I would hop on an international flight back to my second motherland and spend three or four months there just on a whim. In my early twenties, I was struck by such an overpowering sense of wanderlust that it nearly drove me mad. I was ostracized, criticized, and misunderstood by many of my peers - for some reason when I was younger it was much more difficult to find a travel companion in one of my friends, who were arguably less worldly than I at the time. I encountered many souls that were perfectly content not leaving the town they were born in, let alone the country. This made me feel even more alone and even stranger than I initially thought I was. I may be biased, as I was barely in diapers when my parents began taking me on their dangerous escapades in the Eastern bloc, but I wholeheartedly believe that travel is a truly transformative experience.
Some of my best memories and most enlightening experiences have been during my travels, alone. People are so afraid to be alone, with their own thoughts, without a human crutch of some sort. I don't mean to sound self-righteous by any means, but I have never been afraid of being alone. Observation is such a powerful form of discovery - of others and of self. It is so important to have time by yourself, unattached and completely independent, to devote to creating a collection of memories. Some memories are clouded by the regret, sadness and bitterness. Memories that you make alone are so important. Please, take some time - alone, single, maybe even a little bit afraid - and go somewhere strange.
Comrade Von Pussycat