I can’t think of a specific act or accomplishment that I’m proud of. I’m proud of the fact that I’m independent. I don’t mind traveling alone or eating in a restaurant by myself. I’m proud that I don’t rely on anyone else to get by.
I guess, if I had to pick one thing it would be traveling all over Ireland alone. I drove, by myself, down tiny roads with ridiculous speed limits. I climbed a 700-year-old tower and stood in a 5000-year-old tomb. I looked out over the Cliffs of Moher and visited Ireland’s first National Park. I got lonely a few times, but I stuck it out. And, I’ll travel abroad by myself again.