The joy in traveling alone is found in the idea of
temporarily being a part of something you're not a part of.
It's the idea of being alone in a seemingly different world,
where you have nothing from your world
and you're forced to experience where you are.
You'd be amazed by the fact that things happen miles away from where you are
and you don't even see or know it;
the strangers you meet, spend time and maybe fall in love with to never see again—
Traveling makes you a part of it all at least for a while.

It's the general thrill that the world is just so big,
that filling the spaces apart even in the smallest form feels right.