Egypt Was Beautiful. I Wasn’t Ready.

Cairo at midnight is a punch in the face—heat, horns, the call to prayer echoing off concrete. I thought I’d feel awe. Mostly, I felt small and weirdly invisible. My photos are full of pyramids, but the memory that sticks is eating koshari alone, watching families laugh while I scrolled through messages no one was answering. I kept waiting for the moment travel would change me, or at least distract me. Instead, I learned how loud loneliness can get in a crowd. Egypt is stunning, but it didn’t fix anything. It just made me realize how much I wanted to share it with someone who wasn’t there. #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality #TravelUnfiltered #Travel