Mallorca Was Gorgeous. I Was Numb Inside.

Two years ago, I wandered Mallorca’s old streets, pretending I was the kind of person who could just escape. I took photos of sun-bleached walls and turquoise water, but never posted them. I thought if I kept moving, the ache would fade. Instead, every new view felt like a screensaver for a life I couldn’t touch. I remember sitting on a stone step, watching locals argue over coffee, realizing I was more observer than participant—everywhere and nowhere at once. Travel didn’t fix me. It just gave me better scenery for the same questions. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality