Sunshine Didn’t Fix the Restlessness

Oxford in the sun is supposed to be magic. Everyone says so—the honey-colored stone, the river, the lawns that make you feel like you’re trespassing on someone else’s nostalgia. I wandered for hours, letting the light hit my face, waiting for that promised sense of arrival. But the truth? Even with perfect weather, I felt like a visitor in my own story. I kept thinking: if I take the right photo, if I find the right bench, maybe I’ll finally feel present. Instead, I just kept moving, chasing a feeling that never landed. Maybe it’s not about the weather after all. #TravelRestlessness #NotJustTheWeather #WanderingThoughts #Travel