If you had asked me five years ago where I saw myself now, “solo traveling through Europe with just a backpack” definitely wouldn’t have made the list. I was stuck in the rhythm of everyday life — work, eat, sleep, repeat — wondering if there was something more.
Spoiler: there was.
The Moment I Knew I Needed a Change
It wasn’t one big dramatic event. Just a quiet moment one morning when I realized how drained I felt — not physically, but mentally. I had everything I was “supposed” to want, but it didn’t feel like mine.
So I did something I’d never done before: I booked a solo trip
That First Trip Changed Everything
It wasn’t perfect. I got lost. I felt awkward eating alone. I overpacked. But I also felt free for the first time in a long time. Every interaction, every view, every quiet walk through unfamiliar streets reminded me that life was bigger than the routine I’d been living.
That first trip lit a fire I didn’t know I had
What Roaming Means to Me Now
Traveling solo isn’t about running away — it’s about running toward something. Toward clarity. Toward connection. Toward a version of myself I actually recognize.
Now I roam not for the Instagram posts, but for the quiet moments that don’t make it online — the late-night hostel chats, the sunrise walks, the kind strangers, and the growth that happens when you’re far from anything familiar.
What You’ll Find on This Blog
- Solo travel stories
- Tips for packing, planning and budgeting
- Deep reflections from the road
- A few football matches, hockey games, beach stops and a few misadventures along the way
Let’s Roam Together
Thanks for being here. I’m just getting started, and if you’re reading this, maybe you are too.
Let’s see where the road takes us.
Dom
“Sometimes the best thing you can do is pack light and go see what happens.”
— Roaming With Dom
Roaming With Dom 
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