Solo Travel for the Anxiety Ridden Human

So you planned a trip with your handy-dandy travel buddy. It's going to be fucking phenomenal. It's booked. It's paid for. It's kind of planned. Then your travel buddy is rude enough to have a family emergency/die/breakup with you. You could be fucked. Or you could grab your balls, pull up your big-girl panties, or … Continue reading Solo Travel for the Anxiety Ridden Human