Italy Was Magic. I Was Still Me.

Everyone tells you Italy will change your life. Pasta, sunsets, cobblestone streets—like you’ll become someone else just by being here. I believed it, too. But here’s what I remember: standing alone on a bridge in Florence, watching couples take selfies, feeling like I was on the outside of a postcard. The gelato was good. The art was breathtaking. But I was still carrying the same old restlessness I brought from home. Travel didn’t fix me. It just gave me new places to feel out of place. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe the point isn’t to come back different, but to see what parts of you follow, no matter how far you go. #Travel #TravelConfessions #ItalyUnfiltered