I can already hear Regina George saying, "So, you think you're pretty?", and can imagine the amount of "Is this b*tch seriously complaining about being pretty and traveling?" comments this post will inevitably attract, but trust me, I've gotten worse things inferred about me when I travel alone.
You would think that it would be commendable for a young woman to work hard to pay for her own travels, then have the balls to go to another country on her own. Nope. It's like a freaking international mystery to some people.
You would think that it would be commendable for a young woman to work hard to pay for her own travels, then have the balls to go to another country on her own. Nope. It's like a freaking international mystery to some people.
Let me solve it for you: I travel alone because I can; I don't really like waiting around for other people to go with me. I certainly haven't figured out how to use my face to purchase a plane ticket online, and although many random creepy men have offered plenty of free ones to me, I always decline, because I'd rather travel alone than be used for decoration.
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