We are nearly to end of 2025 that means cold breeze, darker evenings and time to be cozy on your couch. There’s something about quiet evenings and warm drinks that makes me start overthinking life (and love). I am not sure if it’s the hot chocolate or the chill, but here’s me unpacking some thoughts on dating, being single, and why solo flights feel a lot less lonely lately.
One thing that keeps tingling in my mind lately is this — if you’re in your late 20s like me, you have probably noticed people around you getting engaged or married. Some younger than you, some older. While I am genuinely happy for them (congratulations to all!), my kind of planning looks a bit different. While some plan their next date, I am usually checking where I will travel next — which flight is cheaper, if there are any summer or winter discounts, and what new place I can explore next.
Don’t get me wrong — I absolutely believe there’s nothing wrong with wanting a partner, holding hands, or daydreaming about all that cute stuff. It’s just that my fantasies look a bit different — like wondering if I will ever cover all my saved travel locations, do a proper outfit fit check, enjoy a meal, and, well… be able to poop the next day (you know what I mean ).
And no, there’s nothing wrong with me! If you relate to any of this, you are definitely not alone. And if you are happily married — I don’t envy you. Because what I have truly learned is that your own grass can be green too, and you will be absolutely fine right where you are.
Would I like to be in a relationship someday? Maybe. But I have also realised happiness doesn’t only come from companionship. Until I find someone who fits into my story, I will be chasing sunsets and eating exotic food around the world — one flight at a time.
When we were teenagers, we all had a list of what our “ideal partner” should be like — their looks, their qualities, how they had make us feel. But after a few failed dating experiences (mine and my friends’), I have come to accept that it’s never the same for everyone. Love can be exciting and magical, sure — but how comfortable are you just being with yourself? Listening to your own thoughts without running away from them?
Sometimes I wonder — has society made us desperate to find someone, or is it really our own desire? Is having a partner truly a choice, or just a box society tells us to tick to feel “complete”? I’ll leave you with those questions…
Till then, I will be collecting passport stamps instead of red flags.
So tell me, are you team date-night or team solo-flight?