The other day Carenza snorted with amusement – one of her friends who was nearing the end of his travels had put up a Facebook post: “Self now 85% found.”
Myself, as a student, I didn’t Inter-rail etc. I still had brilliant Summer Holidays, mostly working on Archaeological digs both in the UK and on the Continent. But as a consequence, perhaps I’ve never Found Myself.
On the other hand, I’m not sure I’ve ever Lost Myself either. I tend to believe I have become myself by rubbing along with family and community and developing my role at work.
However, I do agree that travelling alone does wonders for the self-confidence.
The other day Carenza had arrived back from travelling alone to Ljubljana, Zagreb and Belgrade, but I missed her return as I had flown out to join Nigel in Bratislava at a conference he was chairing. I landed at Vienna airport and got on a bus to Bratislava. Nigel had briefed me, but it still felt adventurous.
“Where are you?”
“Doing a spot of solo travelling - arriving Bratislava in forty minutes.”
“In that case, you don’t have long left, Mum – better hurry up and find yourself quickly!”