Somewhere between my third missed vacation and another Sunday spent dreading Monday, I booked a one-way ticket to Turkey with zero plan. Cappadocia broke something open in me — the slow mornings, the silence, the absurdity of watching 150 balloons float over fairy chimneys at dawn. This list is for anyone running on fumes who keeps saying ‘I’ll travel someday' but never does. Here's everything I packed, booked, ate, and discovered so you can skip the research spiral I fell into for six weeks.