I quit my job, booked a one-way ticket, and told myself I’d finally live the stories I’d scrolled past for years. A month in, standing on a cold bridge in Prague, I realized I was still carrying the same restlessness I thought I’d left behind. The city was beautiful, but I kept checking my phone, half-waiting for someone back home to ask how I was. No one did. I took a photo of the river, but it felt like proof for someone else, not a memory for me. Travel didn’t fix me. It just gave me new places to sit with myself. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #RestlessAbroad