Returning Didn’t Feel Like Coming Home

Three times now, I’ve walked the same cobbled streets in this German town, thinking maybe the next visit would feel different. The first time, everything was new—awkward German, the smell of bread, the church bells that felt like a soundtrack. The second time, I wanted to prove I belonged. By the third, I realized I was chasing a feeling that never really existed outside my memory. It’s strange how a place can be your favorite and still leave you a little hollow. I keep coming back, hoping to find the version of myself I left here. But the town moves on, and so do I. Maybe that’s the point. #TravelConfessions #PlaceAttachment #TravelAgain #Travel