Thirty years of dreaming about Paris. I thought stepping off the RER at Versailles would feel like crossing some invisible finish line—like I’d finally become the person I imagined. But there I was, jet-lagged, standing in a crowd of tourists, watching the gold gates shimmer in the heat. It was beautiful, sure. But mostly, I felt like a stranger in my own story. I kept waiting for the magic to hit. Instead, I realized I’d dragged all my old worries across an ocean. Paris didn’t fix me. It just gave me new streets to wander while I figured out what I was really looking for. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #ExpectationVsReality