I have a folder of photos from Vietnam I never shared. The street food was cheap, the lanterns in Hoi An were real, and every night I told myself I should be happier. I kept waiting for the trip to feel like a turning point, but mostly it was sweat, noise, and the ache of missing people who didn’t text back. There was a night train where I stared at my reflection in the window, thinking I’d come here to find something—maybe myself, maybe just a story worth telling. But most days, I just felt like a guest in someone else’s life. The highlight reel never shows the empty hours, or how hard it is to feel at home anywhere. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality