My husband (Mr. H) often complains about my reaction-less attitude to bad airports, delayed flights, less than average accommodations, cancelled tours and activities and well-planned plans gone dramatically wrong. Deep down, even after three years of being married, he is still unsure if he really likes or dislikes my indifference to such annoying situations, and if he can ever make peace with it. While he gets really upset and worked up about spoiled plans, I continue to laze around to kill time, watch any lousy TV series to keep me entertained or look for the next best available option to get me out of my current ‘not-so-perfect’ situation.

Dear girls of the world, – ‘Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One.’ This is exactly how long it will take for you to press click and book your tickets to confirm the best decision of your life of traveling solo. Don’t worry as I won’t turn this into a cliché – I will not ask you to quit your job, overlook your career, be lost or take up a fancy travel-friendly profession. Honestly, I did none of the above and still ended up traveling on my own terms and finding my true self in between sabbaticals. So I will rather try to make this as REAL as possible…