journey

Living in a hostel during my early college days was a big change, but it also meant I didn’t get to travel much—a bummer, because traveling, especially solo, is what makes me truly happy. There’s something about hitting the road alone, no plans, just vibes, that feels like freedom.
When it comes to travel, I’m torn between trains and buses. Trains are faster and cheaper—my hometown’s just an hour away by rail. I pop in my earbuds, let Spotify take over, and lose myself in my own world, ignoring the chaos around me. But buses? They’re my go-to for soaking in the journey. I grab a ticket, plug in my earbuds, and let the music carry me for the two-hour ride home. Staring out the window, I’m captivated by the blur of nature and life outside—trees, fields, people going about their day. It’s like a movie, and I’m the quiet observer. I always wonder how the trip flies by so fast, like it’s over in a blink. The best part? I can’t sleep on these short trips, which is a weird superpower. It keeps me present, taking in every moment, unless it’s a long haul where I might doze off.Keeping It Solo, Keeping It RealOn these journeys, I’m not here to chat. Phone calls? Nope. If someone calls, I pull the “sorry, can’t hear you” card and hang up quick. I’m not rude—it’s just that I’d rather be in my own headspace. Eating during travel is another thing I skip; it feels off, like it breaks the vibe. I talk less in general, not just on trips. Staying quiet lets me observe people better, picking up on who they are without all the noise. It’s like I’m piecing together their stories from a distance.
I’ll admit, I spend too much time on my phone—scrolling Instagram, surfing random websites, getting lost in the digital void. It’s a habit I picked up in the hostel, but honestly, it’s irritating. After an hour, I’m over it, pissed off at how it sucks me in. Everyone’s glued to their screens, doing who-knows-what, but I’d rather be out there, living the journey, not just staring at a glowing rectangle. Traveling solo—whether by bus or train—isn’t just about getting from point A to point B. It’s about the music in my ears, the world outside my window, and the quiet thrill of being alone with my thoughts. That’s where the real adventure lies.

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