On impulse last month, I booked a coach ticket and hotel stay for one in Malacca for 2 nights. The day I left (31 July), I almost regretted it as I rued the absence of my usual travel companion- my cousin Karen. The journey took 5 hours and I realized people viewed a lone female traveller unusually. The bus driver tried to be friendly with me when we arrived in Malacca and I was the last to alight, so I was all too happy to check into my room quickly. But it was not without a moment's hesitation. I had not travelled alone for more than 10 years and initially, the silence unnerved me. That night, I met my old friend there and he took me to his mother's home to enjoy homecooked Peranakan food. :) I also met his wife and cute little son.
On Day 2, my adventure truly began after a very sound night's sleep. I explored the town on foot and got totally lost at Jonker Street. Miraculously, I found myself outside one of my favourite cafes and settled down for lunch. Then I did the usual touristy stuff and I asked myself why I was there by myself. By nightfall, the answers came. I was there to find myself, and for many years I could not answer the question. It was about finding my purpose in life, and to face my demons. When I did, it wasn't that bad at all. In fact, nothing bad happened.
I also decided that I had to let go of the past and move on. What is past is past, and I can do nothing to change it. I can only live each day right and as meaningfully as I can. Then when I do look back, it will be worth remembering, and I can honestly say that I am living my life well. :)
Travelling solo has its perks too.
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