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Imagine yourself in a foreign country. Your kids are an ocean away. Your husband is attending an all-day conference and has politely asked you not to call or text him. You are about to get on a city bus for the first time in your life en route to a big, bustling, metropolitan city.

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OK, for some of you this might sound ridiculous. You might travel all the time for business and this is no big deal. For others it may sound magical; a break from the kids and even the spouse can certainly be a rare indulgence.

In what seems like another life — my unmarried twenties — I was an adventurer. I spent most of my time by myself, traveling new places, and I loved it. Then marriage and stay-at-home motherhood happened and all of a sudden I felt like adventuring solo in a far-off land was a bit unnerving. To be honest — scary!

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I think that sometimes we get so used to being part of a couple that we forget how to function in ways we were able to when we were single. I used to be pretty fearless, but motherhood awakened in me an anxiousness, to protect them and myself, for them.

Despite my anxiety, I knew I had to get out and explore while my husband worked those two days. I was very excited about Amsterdam, a city that seemed so chic with its picturesque streets and canals.

So I set off on my journey, completely alone, both terrified and excited! It was such an odd feeling walking out into the drizzling rain to the bus stop a block from our hotel. I stood there in my coat and hat and hoped I looked like I belonged. However, my facade was shattered when I got on the bus and nearly shouted, “I need to purchase a ticket to Leiden Central!” and fumbled awkwardly with my Euros to pay.

After settling into my seat, I tried to relax enough to enjoy the gorgeous Dutch countryside, an idyllic scene of tulips and windmills.

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You only live once! Somehow this mantra calmed my mind.

In Leiden, I managed to get on the correct train to Amsterdam and when I stepped out of the massive train station into the sea of tourists and bicycles, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I was here — utterly alone — and for some reason, the fear vanished.

I walked around the beautiful city with no real plan, whipping out my map when necessary, taking photos and stopping wherever I wanted. I was able to take it all in and truly enjoy the novelty of being by myself somewhere brand new and amazing.

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I enjoyed myself so much that I did the exact same thing the next day, except this time I read my novel on the bus and somehow felt fantastically like I fit in.

I’m so glad I stepped out of that hotel into the rain, and into my own little adventure.