Tokyo’s Alleys Felt Like Permission to Disappear

I kept thinking I’d have a big Tokyo moment—neon lights, ramen slurped at midnight, something worth posting. But the only thing that stuck was wandering alleys with no destination. No one cared where I was going. No one cared who I was. I ducked past vending machines, old bikes, the smell of soy and rain. I didn’t find myself, or whatever you’re supposed to do. I just let myself get lost, invisible for a while. Sometimes the best part isn’t what you see, but what you’re allowed to leave behind. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #InvisibleInTokyo