Till this day, I love the feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar, waking up in a place where I don’t know the streets yet, and remembering how big the world is. But I’m learning that I also really love having somewhere to come back to. I love having my own kitchen. I love making coffee the way I like it. I love taking care of my plants and watching them grow - proof that I’ve stayed somewhere long enough to notice. I love going to local workouts, seeing the same people, and building routines that don’t look exciting from the outside but make me feel grounded. Travel still makes me feel alive, but home makes me feel held. And maybe the dream isn’t choosing one or the other. Maybe it’s getting to see the world, and still having a place that feels like mine when I come back 😌✨🛩️🌱 #solotraveldiaries