I’d been planning it for months — quietly checking flight prices, pretending I wasn’t up to anything, and finding excuses every time my mum got suspicious.

Let’s be honest, I consider myself a seasoned traveller, yet my suitcase is a chronicle of good intentions and last-minute panic.

One Sunday, I woke up feeling stuck. No plans, no energy, just a strong need to get away. So, I grabbed my bag, went to the station, and booked the next train without checking where it was headed.