I found a cabin in the Black Forest—just a wooden box with a door, half-swallowed by trees. It wasn’t on any map. I sat on the steps, shoes muddy, phone dead, and realized I didn’t want to keep walking. Not because I was tired, but because stopping felt honest. I kept thinking about how much of travel is just moving to avoid yourself. But here, with nothing but the sound of wind and the smell of pine, I didn’t feel lost. I felt paused. I took a photo, but I never posted it. It felt too much like proof that I’d found something I wasn’t ready to share. #Travel #TravelPause # #SoloWanderer