Who is the Solo Female Traveler?

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Just who is the traveler behind Just A Solo Female Traveler you may ask?

sftmeWell my name is Amy Sutton. I was born in 1982, so do the math and you’ll discover I’m no spring chicken… I’m a child of the 80’s/90’s that never completely grew up. I’m still a fan of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with something close to a fervency.

I’m a published writer, I read nearly as many hours a week as I sleep, I’m a budding photographer, and I’m still trying to decide what I want to do when I grow up…

I’m also an opinionated woman. That’s who am really. If I have an opinion, everyone knows it. There’s never a need to worry about duplicity from me, because everyone knows how I feel about EVERYTHING and EVERYONE.  No filter on this one.

I was always one of those kids that never fit in. I was (and am) bold, brash, and a super tomboy. I’d much rather tear through a rock quarry looking for turtles and frogs than paint my nails. My peers weren’t sure what to do with me.  Many still don’t. LOL

I’m also a planner…  If I make plans, that’s what I’m doing come hell or high water!  And I’m doing it on time too damn it.  One of the biggest mysteries (and pet peeves) in my life is how people can be so late for everything.  30 minutes early is late for me.  But I’m also totally down for spontaneity, so long as I don’t have anything planned already…

I’ve had the dream of travel for as long as I could remember. The town I grew up in has a habit of swallowing people. Families live there for generations and everyone has known everyone else forever. If you don’t get out for college, you don’t get out at all it seems.
So I got out…

I got my degree (in radio broadcasting) like a good little newly minted adult, and then proceeded to work retail and do office/data entry jobs for the next 10 years.

And I hated it!

So I started saving.
And waiting.

And by the time that I’d earned my second college degree (in professional writing) I’d saved enough to get on a plane…

And I haven’t been content with life stuck at home since.

Everyone around me was either so scared or so amazed that I would dare to travel alone that I decided to chronicle my globe-trotting exploits. If I can convince people (and women in particular) that there’s nothing to be scared of in traveling solo then I’ll consider this blog and the work I put into maintaining it worth it.

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