This May, I traveled abroad alone for the very first time since becoming a parent. This rare opportunity was the result of needing to do some archival research at the British Library in London and the Museum of Rural English Life in Reading. I actually prefer traveling with Ryan and my toddler, but time-off and budgets did not align, so my trek across the pond was solo (and fully funded by my college). While I was initially not too happy about this prospect, my time in England reminded me, after ten years of traveling with Ryan and friends, that I am capable of hard things, that I like spending time with myself doing what I like to do, and that I can read a book extremely fast when I’m not interrupted every five seconds!
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