Florence Was Fun. I Was Still Homesick.

I landed in Florence expecting to feel different—lighter, maybe, or at least distracted. Instead, I spent the first night in a tiny room above a noisy street, scrolling through photos of home. The city was beautiful, sure. But I kept thinking about the taste of my own coffee, the way my friends laughed at dumb jokes. I wandered the Uffizi, ate gelato by the river, and tried to convince myself I was having the time of my life. But the truth? I missed the ordinary things I thought I wanted to escape. Travel didn’t erase anything. It just made me notice what I carried with me. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HomesickAbroad