Every State I Visit, I Color In My Wall

I painted a map on my bedroom wall, thinking it would motivate me to see more of the country. Every time I cross a state line, I come home and fill in a new patch of color. It’s supposed to feel like progress, but sometimes it just reminds me how much I haven’t seen—and how much I’m still waiting to feel changed by any of it. Some days, I stare at the blank spaces and wonder if I’m collecting experiences or just coloring in lines. The map looks impressive to visitors. But I know which states I barely remember, which ones I rushed through, and which ones I left before I was ready. The wall is a record, but it’s not the whole story. #Travel #TravelConfessions #MappingMyJourney