6.16.25: Thoughts on Travel

At first, travel felt like freedom. New cities, new foods, new versions of you. But after a while, you stop unpacking. You forget what country you’re in. You’re always charging something—your phone, your laptop, your social battery. You say yes to everything because you might never come back. But your body’s tired. Your brain’s full. You miss your pillow. You miss silence. You start dreaming about routine, stability, clean laundry that isn’t humid. No one posts about this part. The fatigue. The float. You’ll recover. But next time, maybe slower. Maybe with roots. Not everything has to be a highlight reel.