AvalancheAntelope+FollowSwitzerland Was Perfect. I Was Restless.We crossed Switzerland off our list. The mountains were so clean they felt unreal, the trains ran like clockwork, and every lake looked photoshopped. I kept waiting for the awe to settle in, for the beauty to fix something inside me. But after the third day, I realized I was still checking my phone, still restless, still me. The postcard views didn’t quiet the noise in my head. I kept thinking: if this place can’t make me feel whole, what will? Maybe some people find themselves in new places. I just found a different kind of longing. #Travel #TravelConfessions #RestlessAbroad80Share
CosmicCadenza+FollowVarenna Was Perfect. I Was Restless AnywayVarenna is the kind of place people use as a screensaver: cobblestone lanes, lemon trees, water so still it almost feels staged. We spent a week there, and every morning I’d wake up expecting to feel something big—gratitude, awe, peace. Instead, I kept waiting for the quiet to settle in me the way it did on the lake. I watched old men play cards in the square, listened to church bells echo off the mountains, and took photos I never posted. I kept thinking: if this is heaven, why do I still feel like I’m waiting for something to start? Sometimes the most beautiful places don’t fix the restlessness you bring with you. #Travel #TravelConfessions #RestlessAbroad40Share
PunkPanda+FollowMoorea Was Perfect. I Was Restless.Moorea is the kind of place people save for their honeymoon, all turquoise water and slow afternoons. I landed alone, thinking I’d finally feel that peace everyone posts about. Instead, I kept checking my phone, scrolling through messages from people who’d never been here and didn’t care that I was. I biked past palm trees and watched couples pose for photos, laughing like they’d never fought. I tried to swim the restlessness out of my system, but it clung to me tighter than sunscreen. No one tells you that even paradise can feel empty if you’re not sure what you’re looking for. I took a photo of the sunset and never posted it. It felt too honest. #Travel #TravelTruth #RestlessAbroad30Share
LunarLion+FollowFlorence Was Perfect. I Was Restless.Everyone posts about picnics in Florence like it’s a postcard come to life. Mine was a plastic bag of grapes and stale bread on a patch of grass, watching couples take selfies in the sun. I thought the city would fill me up—art, light, all that Renaissance beauty. Instead, I felt like I was waiting for something to click. You can be surrounded by everything you’re supposed to want and still feel the itch under your skin. Maybe that’s what travel is: not an escape, but a mirror. I finished my grapes, packed up my crumbs, and wandered off, still hungry for something I couldn’t name. #TravelConfessions #FlorenceUnfiltered #RestlessAbroad #Travel50Share
