One of the hammocks on the Travaasa Austin property. September 2012.

This year, I took my first solo vacation. I've traveled alone aplenty, but work has been the main purpose—even if I did tack on time at the beginning or end of my stay for a museum or dinner.

I knew pretty solidly where I wanted to head—Travaasa Austin for a return trip—and what I wanted to do—read, write, relax, and rejuvenate—yet I still thought about inviting others, out of reflex. Thankfully, I resisted.

My bedroom at Travaasa Austin. September 2012.

Even if at some point in the future I find a relationship, I'll do the solo vacation more. I loved it.

Traveling solo meant that I didn't have to worry about anyone else for even a second. I did what I wanted, ate what I wanted, and had full control of my space and time. Concern about whether someone felt bored, or annoyed, or inconvenienced didn't need to cross my mind. And it didn't.

My porch at Travaasa Austin. September 2012.

Also, I felt no need to appear or act any certain way. I didn't feel self conscious about my activity and food or about how I looked while exercising, relaxing, or wearing my swimsuit at the pool.

Was I lonely? Not for a second. I reveled in quiet. And I enjoyed the times when my free-ranging-ness meant I encountered wonderful people that I luxuriated in getting to know. My first night I sat at the community table and shared a meal with the resort manager and another company executive. Amazing food and the company felt like a treat. The next night, I met a couple of friends traveling together; we shared a few lazy meals and had fantastic conversations.

Did I accomplish my objectives? Let's hold me publicly accountable:

I relaxed, exercised, and ate healthfully. Rejuvenation complete.
I read a sizable book a day. Reading done.
I didn't write as much as I'd planned. I blame my desire to stay as far away from the computer as possible.

Verdict: Two out of three. Not bad!

Pathway on the Travaasa Austin property. September 2012.

Vacationing Solo