I came to New Zealand for the mountains, but one afternoon I just sat in a cow pasture and watched the fog roll in. My boots were muddy, my plans abandoned. The cows didn’t care if I made it to the summit or not. I’d been chasing peaks for weeks, thinking each new trail would shake something loose in me. But that day, with the valley silent except for chewing and the occasional low, I realized I was tired of always moving. Sometimes, travel is just letting yourself stop—no revelations, no photos worth posting, just a quiet field and the permission to do nothing. #Travel #TravelFatigue #UnfilteredJourneys