Dublin Was Beautiful. I Wasn’t Ready.

I landed in Dublin expecting to feel something—anything—besides tired. Everyone says the city is magic, but my first night was just rain on cobblestones and the echo of my own footsteps. I watched strangers laugh in Temple Bar, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was just passing through someone else’s story. The postcards and pints felt staged. I kept waiting for the city to open up, for that moment everyone talks about, but it never came. Maybe it’s not the place. Maybe it’s me, still looking for something I can’t name in every new city. Sometimes travel doesn’t change you. Sometimes it just shows you what you’re carrying. #Travel #TravelConfessions #SoloTravelTruth