Sitting in the Air France lounge at Boston Logan waiting for my Condor business class flight to Malta via Frankfurt, I thought about the leap of faith I had taken to get there. From working my entire life to suddenly be doing exactly what I’ve always wanted to do – explore. Explore places and cultures and new experiences with no roots and no safety net. And very little money.
It hasn’t been easy. It’s taken lots of planning and lots of letting go of material things. You see, I started selling off my belongings almost a year ago, until I moved out of the condo I had lived in for 14 years and owned nothing that didn’t fit in a carryon and a personal item. And I’ve been strategically amassing credit card points and miles to help fund my travels. After all, I am no longer willing to sit by the back toilet on a plane or stay in hostels. I’m adventurous, not a masochist.
My choice has raised a few eyebrows. I don’t have a hefty retirement fund, I travel alone, and I’m not choosing the traditional retirement path of golf and pickleball and occasional travel, but always to return home to a house of stuff accumulated over years.
Instead, I have no home to return to. For now, wherever I happen to be is home. I honestly have no idea how long I’ll keep doing this – or where I’ll end up. But that is part of the fun.
Anyway, back to the subpar Air France lounge in Boston. I was not impressed. Grateful to be able to wait for my flight in a lounge, but not impressed. It was crowded and the food left much to be desired, even if they did have brie.
As I travel, I will share my opinions of lounges and airlines and hotels and cities, but this is not exclusively a travel blog. I will share how I funded much of it, but this is not a points and miles blog. I’m a retired solo female traveler on a budget, but I won’t write exclusively about any of that. I’m also a reader and a writer, so some of that may be sprinkled in. And I’m a dorky Star Trek fan, so I think I’ll just end by saying:
“These are the voyages…”
