Solo Trips

I’m 33 years old and I decided to embark on my first solo trip. Personally, I’ve always enjoyed travelling with someone else. I like to share my adventures. And sometimes that makes the adventures different (and better) than what I would’ve done alone. But alas as I decided it was time to return to Los Angeles, I couldn’t find anyone to come with me. So fuck it, here I am on my own.

What I’ve found (and new going in) has been really good for me on this trip so far, is the personal growth I’ve had. By nature, I’m quite shy. But on my solo trip, I talk to everyone. Last night, for example, I went to a drag show at a hamburger place (gotta love LA – shout out to Hamburger Mary’s WeHo for an amazing time) and sat with a woman from Windsor, ON and an actor from LA who was at the show doing research because he was just cast as a drag queen in a film with RuPaul. We all chatted and had a great time. And this isn’t the first time this trip.

LA is also my happy place. I never feel like a better person than I do when I am here. Truly. Maybe it’s the California sunshine, where there is not a cloud in the sky. The weather is beautiful all day, and when the desert gets cool at night that just means long sleeves. I love the hills, the desert scenery, the beaches and ocean, the abundance of seafood. But really, it’s just the feeling the flows over me when I’m here. I also have way less joint pain. A bit when I’m out in the sun too long (mostly restricted to my hands/wrists) and when I’ve gone on intense hikes but overall, very little. Maybe it’s because I’m on vacation but I truly think it’s just the California weather, air and life that has an effect on me.

Now if only I could find a way to stay…