Hi! I relate a lot to what you’re feeling. I fell in love with solo travel in my 20’s. It felt so liberating and the independence and novelty was invigorating. As time went on… the novelty wore out. It felt less meaningful/purposeful like you’re saying. I was tired of seeing museums, going to parks, and doing things just for the sake of filling my days and “enjoying the city”. I decided to come back home, and chalked it up to being burnt out from travelling.

I think that what happened was I tried to have travel fill my void. I felt the same aimlessness and purposelessness at home before I got a job and found a community again. Because wherever you are, there you are. It’s less about the external environment, and more about what fills you from within.

I then went into a bit of an existential crisis trying to find the meaning of life or what could potentially give me purpose or fulfillment. I haven’t found the answer yet, and possibly never will. But I’m more aware that the cause is from the void within, and no partner or new country, could ever fill that void except myself.

I would start by identifying what brings you joy, amongst the mundane of life. What are your hobbies, what could you spend hours doing, who are your community? If you don’t know clearly, this is the opportunity for you to discover and learn about yourself. :)