In my time in Paris I had a really frustrating conversation with a guy at a bar. He made assumptions about why I was traveling that I did not appreciate. "I know why you travel," he accused. "I've read your blog, your wheredoshebe. You're lost, and trying to escape life. That is so much privilege." I had no words for him at the time, because it felt pugnant, and unfounded. It wasn't something I felt I needed to explain to him, nor did I know how to in the moment. Since then I

Hey dears! It has been roughly a year of this writing thing, aka since I embarked on my journey, and I want to thank everyone that has...

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This is a stream of consciousness so I hope it's a bit confusing and the right kind of thought-provoking. An exploration of solo travel...

Anyone who travels has privilege, whether it’s financial, social, or simply the ability to move freely across borders without fear of...