coping with homesickness while traveling alone
Yesterday, I found myself sitting on a bench in a busy train station in Vienna, surrounded by people speaking languages I barely understood. I’d spent the morning trying to navigate the subway, and after getting lost twice, I finally made it to a little café that everyone online said was a must-try. But when I got there, it was packed, and the only seat left was right by the bathroom. I ordered coffee, but it tasted nothing like what I’m used to back home. That’s when it hit me—this wave of homesickness that made me want to call my dad and just hear a familiar voice. I actually ended up crying right there, hoping nobody noticed.
Traveling alone sounded exciting, but honestly, it’s been tougher than I expected. I thought I’d be soaking up the sights and meeting new people, but instead, I keep comparing everything to home and missing the comfort of my own bed. I know people say you should just push through and that it gets better, but does it really? Has anyone else felt like this, especially when you’re far from home and nothing feels familiar? I’m starting to wonder if I’m just not cut out for solo travel, or if there’s a trick to making it easier. It feels like everyone else is having the time of their lives, and I’m just counting down the days until I can go home. I’d love to hear if anyone has found a way to actually enjoy the adventure instead of just surviving it.
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