This question is pretty hard to answer. I have many fears but frankly I’m not sure how many I have conquered. Either way, one thing came straight to my mind when I read the question.
Trip to Gdansk, Poland
I talked with a dear friend of mine. He was telling me his adventures all over the world and I really got inspired. I made a plan to go somewhere relatively close, as this was going to be my first trip alone, to a completely different country. I bought the plane tickets there pretty much out of my impulsive hyper energy phase and after that I checked out some pretty cheap hostel and made reservations. Tickets and the hostel for 3 days were barely over 120€.
It made me so excited – this was my own merit for “knowing I can do anything”. One day before the flight I was so nervous that I would have been late or forgot something. I had one backpack ready with some clothes and passport. I wanted to travel light, go on a budget but still enjoy every moment.
When I got there I wanted to take photos of everything. Things I found beautiful, no matter how common it would be, all the foods and views, buildings and small little things. And to be honest, I fell in love. I fell in love with everything.
The amount of freedom, waking up whenever you want to and just going wherever you want to go, visiting weird places and all the small corner cafes. No obligations, just you having adventures and taking photos of everything. Architecture, birds, old buildings and churches.
It felt empowering. I was the one in control.
And being there just felt right, but late at night I had this small feeling that maybe it would have been nice to share this feeling with someone else.
Overcoming the myth people always told me; you could not travel alone, it’s too dangerous.
Second conquest I had when I visited Bazylika Mariacka. As I mentioned in my earlier post; I’m afraid of heights. In a plane it’s not that bad, but when I walked the stairs to the roof of the church I definitely felt like fainting, legs shaking, hands touching the bricky walls. More than 3 times I was ready to return back, but kept going. I didn’t want to give up. I was already in a new country, I didn’t come this far to just be defeated by my own mind.
But I am happy to announce you that eventually I made it to the roof. And that, my dear friends, felt like I was winning in life. It felt that nothing could stop me anymore. Going back down was a joy, I felt that I am more than I was before. Talked with totally stranger british group while they were going to the roof, they were all lovely ladies staying in Gdynia. I enjoyed our brief chat – feeling even more victorious of my sudden bravery.
I’m craving to get back. Addicted to the feeling of freedom, seeing new places. I probably got overboad with these pictures, but seeing them makes me extremely happy, traveling back in time and just feeling the same feelings I had while being in there.
I fell in love – I fell in love and am longing for the moments.