Mexico Wasn’t What I Needed—But It Stayed

I landed in Guanajuato thinking I’d find the version of myself I kept losing at home. Instead, I got lost in alleyways that twisted tighter than my thoughts. The city glowed—pastel houses stacked like a dream—but I kept waiting for the moment I’d feel changed, or lighter, or just… right. I didn’t. Not really. I ate street tacos alone, watched fireworks from a rooftop, and realized the ache I brought with me had crossed borders, too. Mexico didn’t fix me. But it let me sit with the mess, quietly, until the noise in my head softened. Sometimes, that’s enough. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouThink