Nobody Tells You This About Travel
Why booking a trip might just break your heart a little (and why it’s totally worth it)
There’s a moment — if you’ve ever taken a real trip, the kind that changes you — where something strange happens. I realize all trips are real trips, but just go with me here…
It doesn’t hit while you're sipping wine on a cobblestone street or standing in awe under a mountain of stars (though yes, that part’s amazing). It sneaks in after. When you’re home. When the suitcase is unpacked. When you're sitting at your kitchen table eating eggs and suddenly think...
“Ugh. I miss her.”
Not your best friend.
Not your mom.
But that girl from the sauna in Finland. The one you met once, cried with under northern lights, and might never see again.
No one tells you about that part of travel.
You come home… and something in you doesn’t.
They tell you to watch out for lost luggage, jet lag, pickpockets, language barriers. But no one warns you that you might fall in love with a city that you didn’t even know existed six months ago. Or that you'll crave soup from a food stall that you will never, ever be able to find again (aaahhh!!). Or that you’ll spend an afternoon with a stranger who becomes something like a soulmate for 12 hours — and then never cross paths again.
This is the quiet, tender truth about travel:
It gives you so much. And it leaves you aching, in the best possible way.
Travel breaks your heart wide open.
You come home a little bit changed with a slight perspective shift. Not to mention, you’ll likely realize that your routine disrupted in the most beautiful way. You don’t quite fit into the rhythm you left behind. You might cry in your car because the light hit the trees just right and reminded you of Tuscany. Or get irrationally sad at a grocery store because the bread aisle is just not the same as a boulangerie. Actually, that one is not irrational.
You’ll miss places that never felt like “home” until you left and you’ll miss people who knew you only briefly, but saw something real in you. And you’ll never stop chasing that feeling — of being fully alive, fully you, in a place that lets you expand beyond your everyday life. Oye, this is how you get addicted to travel!
But here’s the magic: you get to do it again.
That’s the beauty of building a life around travel. You can have those moments again (and again and again until all the money is spent, oops!).
Not every trip will crack you open like that. But when you travel with intention, when you plan experiences that are rooted in connection, culture, and just the right amount of courage — you start building a life filled with meaning. Not just vacation photos, it’s the moments & memories.
So what does this have to do with me?
Well — I’m a travel designer. Which is a fancy way of saying: I help you get out of your comfort zone and into those exact kinds of life-altering experiences.
I don’t do cookie-cutter itineraries or trips built from Google searches.
I work with curious, adventurous humans (like you!) to design travel that’s joyful, deeply personal, and stress-free.
You don’t just “go” somewhere. You arrive with purpose — and return with stories that stay in your bones.
Ready to stretch your heart wide open?
Let’s design a trip that’s more than just a getaway. Let’s build the next chapter of your story — the one where you meet a stranger in a sauna, plunge into a freezing sea, cry-laugh over wine, and come home a little more you than when you left.
Book a call with me — and let’s create something unforgettable, together.
