I book plane tickets in my sleep. I think about what it would be like to jump on a train to the airport to grab a ticket for a random flight leaving tonight. I yearn for the feeling of travel.
This is me… impulsive, determined, excited. The idea of simply planning a trip is just one of the little things about travel that make me happy.
Only, I’ve mentioned before that my other half is like the exact opposite… which is totally fine and understandable, if not a huge frustration for yours truly. Because of our travel differences, I am either forced to wait for little bits of travel here and there, or I am forced to go it alone. The latter was the outcome when I had my latest idea to travel back to Kyrgyzstan.
Obviously I had to go… right? My friend was going back, it was going to be right before the worst part of winter, I found a really good airfare deal AND the Russian language refresher was going to be a godsend for future travels on the Trans-Mongolian train. How could I NOT go?
So, I hopped on a plane for 5 weeks of solo travel.
And I regretted it at the airport before even leaving.
I know; how dumb. Why should I feel so reliant on the company of one man for happiness? I guess it’s because we have routines and things we like to do together and we have been doing them together for so long that the absence of that company throws my entire life out of whack.
It was hard, and while I don’t really want to do that again, a part of me inside thinks that I might “do what I gotta do” in the future if more exciting travel opportunities come my way. It’s like a curse!I know everyone and every couple is different, but what length of time, do you think, is reasonable for solo travel without a significant other? At what point does the absence of routines not cause your heart to ache in the slightest? And when it doesn’t, is that when you’ve been gone for too long?
Pat and I managed the 5 weeks apart without too much trouble, and we continued to feel as close as possible during that time.
How? Well, we stayed connected.
- I got a local SIM card and was able to text and accept phone calls regularly.
- If the Internet at the school was working, we would send each other quick email messages in between classes or lunch breaks.
- The Internet was never good enough to Skype video chat, but we did send each other photos occasionally to show each other what was going on in our daily lives.
Yes, it was a lot, but it was very helpful. It didn’t hurt that I was at a language school and not moving around constantly. Five weeks of that could have been much more difficult to come back from.
I’m curious, though, as to your thoughts on the subject. Do you travel without your significant other? What is the longest amount of time you’ll allow yourself to be gone? How do you keep close while abroad?