It would be my first time traveling solo, and I was nervous, excited, and hopeful. And I was right to feel this way. The trip turned out to be one that changed my life. RELATED: What It Means To Be Genderfluid Or Non-Binary At the time, I still thought of myself as a woman — although this definition didn’t feel quite right even then — and I was frustrated by the constant discussion of where, when, and how women should travel. “Travel in groups, only in well-lit areas, text me when you get home safe…” Of course, I understood all too well the purpose of this sort of advice, but I also chaffed against it. I wanted adventure, intrigue, and mystery, and I set out to get it. And get it I did.  I saw swans in Stockholm. I cried at the Berlin Wall. I ate my weight in bratwurst and drank alone at a beer garden. I went on a lengthy and overly caffeinated tour of Berlin’s third-wave coffee shops and got hopelessly lost in the countryside of southern Germany. It was everything I had hoped for and some things I hadn’t even realized I needed. What I loved most of all was the anonymity. RELATED: Being Non-Binary Complicates My Dating Life — But I’ll Never Be Ashamed Of Who I Am No one knew who I was or what I was or anything about me. Without the restrictions of external definitions, I discovered I had the power to define myself. By doing the things “women” weren’t supposed to do and loving them, I realized something that had, until then, been bubbling beneath the surface: I am non-binary. It wasn’t only that I was a subversive woman, it was that I wasn’t a woman at all. Or more correctly, I contained both the masculine and feminine within me. Do you know that myth by Aristophanes about the origin of love? The story goes that way back at the beginning of time, people looked different. They were made up of two-in-one humans — two heads, four arms, four legs. These humans were so powerful that the gods became frightened and Zeus split them in two. (It’s a fantastic song in Hedwig and the Angry Inch if you want to hear the full story.) RELATED: How Many Genders Are There — And Why Does Talking About The Spectrum Of Identity Matter So Much? While traveling alone through Europe, I finally felt that I understood this song, not only as a statement about separate people but as a reflection on the wholeness that existed within me. On the night of my friend’s wedding, I took a long solo walk back to my Airbnb. I didn’t have phone service, I was tipsy from the reception, it was dark, and I walked for over an hour. I was terrified… and it was the freest I’ve ever felt. My body, I realized, was my own. It existed outside of other people’s expectations.  I spent the rest of the trip in a sort of euphoria. I went on to travel through Amsterdam and London, finally giving myself permission along the way to write my own future. I no longer saw myself divided between who I was and how I had to present myself. I could simply exist as my whole self. It still took me another few months before I started coming out to other people, but this trip was the turning point. I could only redefine myself in a space where I was free — in a space where I didn’t know anyone and no one knew me. I pushed the boundaries of what I thought I could do and what I thought I should do into a place where I could simply be. When I arrived home in May, I hugged my cat, who quickly squirmed out of my arms and disappeared under the couch. Everything was the same and yet everything had changed forever. RELATED: I’m Not Male Or Female: What It’s Like To Live Life Genderfluid Laur Freymiller is a writer who focuses on self-love, love, and relationships. For more of their self-love content, visit their author profile on PopSugar. This article was originally published at PopSugar. Reprinted with permission from the author.