I’m addicted to travel. For years and years, I fantasized about the moment I finished school and I could take off to explore the world. Then, in the summer of 2022, I booked a one-way flight to Europe, and I haven’t looked back since. After 4-months of living out of a backpack, I’m home and experiencing post-travel depression. So, this is my journal – a love letter to travel if you will – and (hopefully) a helpful guide to all other queer women who want to explore what the world has to offer.