I sold my car. Canceled my lease. Quit my job. Next week, I’ll be on a plane to Europe with nothing but a backpack and a bank account that makes me nervous if I look too long. Everyone keeps asking if I’m scared. I am. I’m also tired—of the grind, of pretending I’m not burnt out, of waiting for a ‘right time’ that never shows up. My family thinks I’ve lost it. Maybe I have. But staying felt worse. I know I’ll come back broke and scrambling for work. I know I’ll miss things I can’t name yet. But I need to see what happens when I stop waiting. Wish me luck. I hope I don’t regret it. #BurnoutConfessions #LeapYear #SoloTravelTruth #Travel