One month of solo travel felt like three years of living in NYC. When you solo travel, there is nowhere to hide from your deepest fears and insecurities. You encounter old demons you thought you’ve vanquished and new demons you never even knew existed. There is nothing you can easily turn to for comfort/distraction that you might’ve back at home, such as friends and work. I went through so many raw emotions from the purest form of curiosity and wonder to the darkest pits of loneliness and isolation, sometimes in the same day.