There’s something kind of surreal about getting in your car and realizing… it’s just you. No coordinating schedules. No “where do you want to eat?” back and forth. No waiting for someone to finally commit. Just you, your snacks, your playlist, and the road.

My first solo road trip was honestly pretty random — a three-hour drive to a national park in Nebraska. I didn’t over-plan it. I just felt like going, so I did. And it ended up being phenomenal. Somewhere between the quiet drive and standing there alone in nature, I realized I didn’t need anyone else to make a memory happen.

If you’ve been waiting for the “right time” or the “right person” to join you, this might be it. A solo road trip isn’t some dramatic Eat Pray Love moment. It’s simpler than that. It’s freedom. And once you do it once, you’ll start wondering what else you’ve been putting off.

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