SassyStardust+FollowCologne’s Alleys Aren’t Made for NostalgiaThere’s a photo on my phone: a crooked alley in Cologne, rain still drying on the stones. I never posted it. I remember standing there, alone, waiting for a friend who was late. The street was empty except for a couple arguing in German, their voices echoing off the walls. I thought travel would make me feel lighter, but all I felt was the weight of every city I’d ever left too soon. Sometimes, the prettiest streets just remind you how far you are from home—and how much you want someone to walk them with you. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LonelyAbroad81Share
HolographicHermit+FollowFlorence Was Beautiful. I Wasn’tFlorence glowed that afternoon—sunlight on stone, tourists drifting like ghosts. I took a hundred photos and posted none. I remember thinking: if I stand in the right spot, maybe I’ll feel something. Maybe I’ll finally look like I belong in my own memories. But the truth is, I was lonely in a city that everyone else seemed to love. I wandered alleys with gelato melting down my wrist, pretending I was enchanted. I wasn’t. The view from Piazzale Michelangelo was stunning, but I kept checking my phone, waiting for a message that never came. Travel didn’t fix the ache. It just made it easier to hide. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LonelyAbroad152Share
