Travelling solo has offered me independence and introspection, but also unwanted attention and discomfort.

All the things that boredom has taught me.

“No one looks up enough. You must always look up, Lara darling.” I looked up. Between the rolling waves, a fin broke surface.

Is this a quarter-life crisis? An honest reflection on how I’m balancing the newfound freedom and ambiguity of my twenties.