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But, I Don’t Need “Double Occupancy”
The surprising bane of a single person’s existence.
I have a love/hate relationship with being single. There’s a certain glory in being able to have Belgian waffles for dinner and no one saying a damn word about it.
There are a few phrases in life, though, that will strike disappointment in me faster than you could imagine. One is “per couple .” Another is “based on double occupancy.” I’ve realized the existence of a strange phenomenon I refer to as the Single Person Penalty.
I am woefully untraveled for a woman of my age and position in life. My passport has exactly one stamp in it from Zihuatanejo, Mexico last year. That is the farthest I have ever been outside of the country. I have visited far less than half of the United States.
I am fortunate to find myself at a point in my life where I have the desire and the means to travel. I also have absolutely no problem going on vacation by myself. I actually quite enjoy it. Traveling with friends can be a strain on said friendship. I lack a romantic travel partner so that means most of my traveling is done solo.
There’s definitely a benefit to traveling alone, especially for someone with a “I do as I please” attitude like myself. When I went to Denver this summer, I could get up as early or late as…
