When people ask how my trip to Paris was, the only thing I can say that is truly honest is that it was a lot of things. and many of those things weren't positive, but no one really wants to hear that. They want to hear that you had the time of your life and you didn't want to leave and that it was magical. And maybe for some people it is, but for me, this time, it wasn't.
I love travel. I feel pretty pro at travel. Growing up in Alaska going anywhere meant flying there. Or road-tripping for about a week. My first solo flight was when I was in 6th grade (I think) and I was so used to flying that I didn't realize that traveling as an unaccompanied minor was different. I filed off the plane with the rest of the passengers, met up with my mom at the gate and we went on our merry way until the panicked flight attendants caught up with us and confirmed that I was leaving with the proper guardian. I've flown to countless cities and road tripped from Alaska to Florida and back to Washington State solo.