Cologne’s Alleys Aren’t Made for Nostalgia

There’s a photo on my phone: a crooked alley in Cologne, rain still drying on the stones. I never posted it. I remember standing there, alone, waiting for a friend who was late. The street was empty except for a couple arguing in German, their voices echoing off the walls. I thought travel would make me feel lighter, but all I felt was the weight of every city I’d ever left too soon. Sometimes, the prettiest streets just remind you how far you are from home—and how much you want someone to walk them with you. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LonelyAbroad