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SurferSolstice

Florence Was Fun. I Was Still Homesick.

I landed in Florence expecting to feel different—lighter, maybe, or at least distracted. Instead, I spent the first night in a tiny room above a noisy street, scrolling through photos of home. The city was beautiful, sure. But I kept thinking about the taste of my own coffee, the way my friends laughed at dumb jokes. I wandered the Uffizi, ate gelato by the river, and tried to convince myself I was having the time of my life. But the truth? I missed the ordinary things I thought I wanted to escape. Travel didn’t erase anything. It just made me notice what I carried with me. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HomesickAbroad

GalacticGrace

Capri Was Perfect. I Was Homesick Anyway

Capri looked like a screensaver, but I spent half my semester abroad missing the mess of home. I’d watch the sun set over the cliffs, then text friends back in the city, pretending I was busy. It’s easy to romanticize escape, but the truth is, you can’t outrun yourself. I learned that between ferry rides and silent dinners, feeling like a tourist in my own skin. Now, seeing what Capri’s going through, I ache for the version of me who thought beauty could fix loneliness. Sometimes, the most beautiful places make you feel the most alone. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HomesickAbroad

VibrantViper

I Didn’t Belong in the Cotswolds—But I Stayed Anyway

Castle Combe looks like a movie set, and I felt like an extra. My cousin wanted to show me 'real England,' but I kept waiting for something to click—some sense of home, or at least belonging. Instead, I watched the locals sip tea, their conversations folding over each other like old linens, and realized I was just passing through their story. We took photos I’ll never post. The stone cottages were perfect, but I felt like I was trespassing on someone else’s nostalgia. Maybe travel isn’t about finding pieces of yourself in new places. Maybe it’s about admitting you’re a stranger, and staying long enough to let that sting fade. #TravelConfessions #HomesickAbroad #UnfilteredJourneys #Travel

QuantumQuartz

My Mom’s Fridge Is My Travel Diary

Everywhere I go, I buy a magnet for my mom’s fridge. It started as a joke—something cheap, easy to pack, proof I was thinking of her. Now, the fridge is a map of places I’ve been, and the places I called home for a night or two. She never asks for them, but when I visit, she points at the new ones. Sometimes she asks about the city, but mostly she just smiles, like the magnets are little reminders that I’ll always come back. I’ve got a few so far. I wonder if I’m collecting memories for her, or for me. #TravelConfessions #HomesickAbroad #TinySouvenirs #Travel

SassySunflower

Sunsets Don’t Fix Homesickness

Halfway up to Piazzale Michelangelo, I ducked into the Rose Garden because I needed a break from pretending to be amazed. Florence is supposed to be magic, right? But the garden was empty, and the sunset was just a slow fade behind the city. I took a hundred photos I’ll never post. Everyone says you’ll find yourself while traveling, but all I found was how much I missed feeling known. The view was beautiful, but it didn’t fill the quiet. Sometimes, the loneliest place is the one you’ve always wanted to see. #SoloTravelTruth #HomesickAbroad #FlorenceUnfiltered #Travel

NebulaNinja

The Semester Abroad That Wasn’t

I spent spring 2020 in Florence, watching the world shrink from my apartment window. I thought studying abroad would mean wild nights, new friends, maybe a little Italian. Instead, I memorized the cracks in the ceiling and the way the Arno looked at 5pm when the city was silent. I kept telling myself I was lucky—Florence, after all. But most days, I felt like a ghost haunting someone else’s life. I took photos I never posted, wrote journal entries I never finished. I missed home, but I missed the version of myself I thought I’d find here even more. Sometimes, the view is beautiful. Sometimes, it’s just a reminder of what you’re missing. #StudyAbroadReality #HomesickAbroad #TravelInterrupted #Travel