I’m a solo female travel blogger attempting 12 trips in 12 months as part of my year of adventure. Every story has a beginning, here’s mine!
My Year of Adventure: The Prequel
“Why you no have baby?” the man queried, leaning in intently across my desk.
I wasn’t sure how to answer this question. Heck, I wasn’t even sure I understood it.
“Why I no have baby?” I repeated quizzically, trying to figure out what my client was asking.
His bulging brown eyes stared back at me, keen on getting his point across.
“You. No. Have. Baby! Your. Eggs. Go. Poof! Poof! Poof!” he explained as he gestured wildly, shooting his fingers out while alternating hands to demonstrate the “poofing” sound and corresponding demise of my unborn children.
I stared back at him shocked, unsure how to respond. Two seconds ago we had been talking about the status of his personal injury case and suddenly my reproductive system was in peril?
I was 22. That was the first time a stranger panicked over my ability to procreate, but it would not be the last.
Inevitably, I started to wonder if something was wrong with me. Questions like, “How late is too late to reproduce?” and “should I be putting my eggs on ice?” plagued my thoughts. Flooded with fears of pending physical expiration and a major case of FOMO, I trucked on throughout my mid-to-late twenties.
Before I knew it, I was 28. I’d kissed many a frog, yet none of them had miraculously turned into a prince. What’s worse, the never-ending search for the elusive “one” left me feeling emotionally depleted and generally devalued.
After one particularly slimy toad wasted 6 months of my now dwindling youthful years, I decided to hell with the frogs. I wanted my prince. The real thing. No transformation required, no build-a-man need apply. And in the meantime, until the right candidate came along, I was going to invest my time into the one person I had been neglecting all along–me.
That’s when it hit me. Why not travel? Better yet, why not travel in excess? I was about to be 29, giving me exactly one year to make sure my twenties went out with a bang, not with a whimper.
Circumstances were ideal for taking the leap. I had just switched from private to nonprofit law, with more vacation days and observance of all federal holidays. To give you an idea of how rare this is in the legal field, I once worked at a law firm where the staff had to be in on Christmas Day. It was the saddest Christmas party you’d ever seen.
My finances sucked, but I had just booked flights to Amsterdam and Denver in the weeks prior for $400 and $120 roundtrip, respectively, cheap enough to make me think I could actually do this. I could take a risk. I could book a flight first and figure out the rest later.
And maybe, just maybe, if done right I could actually come out of this financially stable and with assets a 30 year old woman should have, like a retirement and savings account. Granted I already had the latter, but it didn’t really count since there was technically nothing in it.
So off I went. I announced my plans on Facebook, making my relationship with travel official, and my year of adventure began! First stop, Greece.
Want to learn more about how I afford my travels? See an extended clip from my interview with ABC News here!