coming home after solo travel left me feeling empty
I just got back from a two-week solo trip, and honestly, I’m all over the place emotionally. I went out there thinking I’d just eat some good food and maybe push myself a little, but I ended up feeling things I haven’t felt in years. One night, walking back to my hotel, I was suddenly hit with this overwhelming sense of love and wholeness. I know it sounds a bit out there, but it was so real and powerful, it almost knocked me off my feet.
Now that I’m home, I keep tearing up at the weirdest times. I’m supposed to just go back to the grind—five days a week at work, sitting on hold with customer service, dragging those heavy Trader Joe’s bags up the stairs—when I know there’s so much more out there. It’s like I got a taste of something bigger, and now my regular routine feels kind of hollow.
The strange part is, I actually like my life most days. But after this trip, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing something deeper. I was so present and alive on my own, but now I’m just going through the motions again. Has anyone else come back from a trip and felt like their whole life needs a tune-up? It’s like emotional whiplash—I’m grateful, but also kind of lost.
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