Nobody tells you jet lag isn’t just about sleep. I landed in Tokyo at 4PM, wired and half-awake, and spent the next three days feeling like I was underwater. I’d stare at vending machines for ten minutes, paralyzed by choice. I forgot my own PIN at the ATM. It wasn’t cute or quirky. It was disorienting in a way that made me question if I even liked traveling. I kept thinking, maybe I’m just bad at this. Maybe I’m not built for constant movement. Turns out, the hardest part wasn’t the time zones—it was feeling like a stranger in my own body, waiting for my mind to catch up. #Travel #JetLaggedAndLonely #TravelTruths