Westbound, Waiting: Norway Didn’t Care

I missed the last bus west. The station was empty except for a vending machine humming louder than my thoughts. I’d planned this trip to outrun something—maybe boredom, maybe myself. But Norway doesn’t care about your reasons. There’s a kind of silence here that makes you inventory every regret. I watched the sun not set, just hover, refusing to let the day end. I thought travel would fix the restlessness. Turns out, it just gave it new scenery. Sometimes you go far enough that the only thing left to meet is yourself. And sometimes, that’s the loneliest arrival of all. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #TravelBurnout