stepping out alone in london: was it worth it?

I finally did something I’d been putting off for years—I booked a solo trip to London. I know, for some people, traveling alone isn’t a big deal, but for me, it felt huge. I’m used to sticking with my usual routines, and honestly, I get nervous just trying a new coffee shop in town. But there I was, wandering the streets of London by myself, phone in hand, trying to figure out the Tube map like it was a secret code. I thought I’d feel lonely or out of place, but instead, I found myself grinning at little things—like stumbling into a tiny bakery in Notting Hill because I got lost, or chatting with a local about the best fish and chips. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was missing out by not sharing these moments with someone. And let’s be real, eating alone in a crowded pub felt a bit awkward at first. Have you ever pushed yourself to do something alone that you’d usually do with friends or family? Did it actually make you happier, or did you end up wishing you’d stayed in your comfort zone? I keep thinking about whether these solo adventures are really as rewarding as people say, or if I’m just trying to convince myself it was worth it. Sometimes I miss the familiar, but other times, I feel proud I took the leap. It’s a weird mix. #solotravel #londonadventure #midlifejourney #Travel