I Came Back, But My Mind Didn’t

I landed back home, but my head’s still somewhere between the fog and the cliffs of the Faroes. I keep replaying the silence—how the wind could drown out my thoughts, how the sheep outnumbered people, how I felt both invisible and seen. It’s not that I found myself. It’s more like I left pieces behind, scattered on wet grass and black sand. I scroll through photos I can’t post because they look too empty, too honest. Ask me anything about the Faroe Islands. I’ll answer, but I can’t promise I won’t sound like I’m still there. #PostTripReality #SoloTravelTruth #TravelConfessions #Travel