The Border Guard Asked Where I Was Going

The Swiss border guard handed back my passport and asked the question I'd been avoiding for weeks: "Where are you going?" I had an itinerary. Hotels booked. Routes mapped. But sitting there in my rental car, engine idling, I realized I had no idea. "Just... through," I said. He stamped something and waved me forward. But the question followed me past the pristine Alpine villages and perfect road signs. Every kilometer marker felt like a countdown to admitting I was running from something, not toward anything. Switzerland is beautiful when you're ready to see it. I wasn't ready for anything except the next border crossing, the next excuse to keep moving. Some trips are about discovery. Others are about buying time until you figure out what you're really looking for. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality