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In February 2019, I stepped foot on a plane for my first solo travel trip - to the other side of the planet. From that moment on, my life changed and I'll never forget it. Before heading to Australia, I was somewhat of an introvert. Heading out, I'd prefer to be surrounded by those I know. Eating out, I'd frantically Google the restaurant before arriving to check out photos of the surroundings, the menu to avoid any awkward ordering situations and even at points the dress-code of diners who had shared their snaps on social media. Visiting places, I'd go to the same spots over and over, I was reluctant to try anything 'new' and the thought of stepping out of this 'bubble' I'd happily created for myself was enough to keep me in my bedroom. Within one week in Australia, I was heading out alone, meeting strangers who became friends, aimlessly wandering around Melbourne discovering speakeasy bars, bespoke coffee shops and restaurants. All without one glance at Google! From a shy girl who wouldn't say 'hello' to a stranger without the accompaniment of a bright red face and stutter, I was the one approaching groups on tours introducing myself. I visited places off track that I'd never dream of doing before. I felt the relief and weight being lifted off my shoulders and spending time alone, I truly discovered who I am as a person and the growth to this stage. Taking the risk solo travelling when somewhat of an introvert did seem a bizarre decision to most, including my family who regularly would beg me to take a friend along, but deep down inside I knew from the moment I clutched the shiny brochure in my hands it was the right decision for me. Wandering around as the sunshine hit my skin, clutching an iced coffee and meandering through Melbourne's lanes, I'd never felt so liberated. I was alone on the other side of the planet, trusting my instincts on where to go, who to talk to and what to do. From the cobbles of Edinburgh to the grafitti-clad lanes of Melbourne, I discovered that underneath that fear was a girl who was strong enough to go solo. A girl who was independent. A girl who didn't need someone to make her dreams happen. Now walking the windy streets of Edinburgh, these simple tasks aren't so daunting. Yes, I may still head out in groups I'm most comfortable with but if a new person arrives, it's not a fearful thought. Yes, I may still Google the odd menu here and there, but it's no longer the feeling of rehearsing the script of a stage show before I anxiously read out my menu options. Yes, I have my favourite haunts but these aren't my only spots I'll be hanging out in Edinburgh. Believe everything you read about solo trips, it's not cheesy quotes on Instagram. It can be a reality!