One year ago today, I met my partner and my run of solo trips came to an end. I’m not saying I’ll never do a solo trip again, but at the moment I would rather explore the world with him than without him, which is great, of course. Travelling with a partner wasn’t something I’d ever done, other than a week in Salou with a boyfriend in my twenties. We did that trip on a budget-because he saved not a penny to spend, and didn’t even own a pair of shorts, so I had to fund the whole thing. I really knew how to pick ’em in my younger days…
When I was single and travelling alone, of course I thought about the possibility of meeting someone in the future, and travelling with them. I was more worried than excited, though. I expected that travelling with someone else all the time would mean I spent all my time in bars, not being able to explore like I want to and going nowhere more exciting than an all inclusive resort once a year. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with people who want to holiday at an all inclusive resort, that’s just not my preferred sort of trip. In my mind, travelling with a partner wouldn’t be that great, but that’s far more about my past experiences than anything else.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. Travelling with J means getting to see parts of a city I wouldn’t normally, like football stadiums and plenty of parks. It means meals in nicer places rather than often having takeaway in my hotel room. It means I can enjoy a few drinks some evenings rather than feeling vulnerable being alone at night. We go to zoos, we point out cats to each other, and we take gorgeous photos of each other as well as of us together. It’s really, really nice.
In the past year we’ve seen Bratislava, Budapest, Bucharest, Podgorica, Tirana, Pristina, Skopje and Sofia. We already have Gdansk and Hong Kong booked and we’re pricing up Dublin. A future full of adventures is before us and I can’t wait. I’ll never share much about him on here, other than what he ate if I’m doing a food review-my choice to plaster my life all over the internet isn’t his choice, and I respect that. I don’t put photos with him in on here either, for the same reason. But he’s a massive part of my trips, and my life, even though it’s not always that visible.
I always thought I preferred solo travel, but it turns out that travelling with my favourite person is even better. The last year has been amazing, and here’s to many more!
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