Kristin Addis

1 month ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

There’s just something about the American Southwest. The colors are louder, the stars are brighter, and time seems to slow down. Utah is one of those places that has a presence. You feel it the second you step into its rust-colored canyons or stand under its Martian-looking arches. Since starting my solo travel journey in 2012, I’ve come back to Utah to solo explore and camp off the grid four times.

1 month ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

I didn’t expect to be writing this post, but we need to talk about what’s next. I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this update — especially those of you who have been here with me from the beginning — but I can’t hold it in anymore, and although it feels scary to share, it’s time. About six months ago. I promised you guys an update about this blog and the state of things.

1 month ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

When I first started solo traveling back in 2012, I was chasing extremes—motorbiking across Southeast Asia, trekking through Patagonia, free diving in the Gilis. But after over 65 countries solo, what moves me now are the quiet moments. A steaming cup of tea in the Alps. The stillness of a mountain lake at sunrise. A place where I can hear myself think. This type of travel is having a moment—called “quiet life travel.” It’s slower, softer, and deeply intentional.

2 months ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

Packing for a solo trip is kind of like prepping for a date with yourself. You want to be practical, but also a little romantic. You’re the planner, the navigator, the “do we have ibuprofen?” person, the security detail, and the vibe curator—all in one carry-on. After over a decade of traveling solo through 65+ countries, I’ve learned that there are a few low-key essentials that don’t make it onto most packing lists—but absolutely should.

2 months ago | bemytravelmuse.com | Kristin Addis

When I tell people I travel alone, I often get one of two reactions: “Wow, that’s so brave,” or “Aren’t you scared?”Here’s the truth: sometimes I am scared. Sometimes I overthink everything. Sometimes I spiral before a big trip, imagining everything from getting lost in a foreign city to being the awkward solo diner again. Anxiety and solo travel aren’t mutually exclusive—in fact, they’re old travel companions of mine. But I’ve also found ways to manage it.