Is it really that shocking that I travel by myself?
Because everytime I come back from a trip (other than Columbus) my grandmother asks me "you went by yourself?!" Yeah, Gram, I got in the car/bus/plane and went by myself. Across the state line, across the country, across the ocean. By myself.
And, yes, I'm still in one piece. No one's raped me, no one's stolen anything from me, no one's kidnapped me. I'm just fine.
It's not a big deal.
--Annie