The Sunrise Didn’t Fix My Restlessness

I woke up at 4:30am, convinced that catching the sunrise on the Blue Ridge Parkway would make everything click into place. The road was empty, the sky bruised with early light. I parked at an overlook, shivering in the car, waiting for something—clarity, maybe, or just a feeling that I was where I needed to be. The sun rose. The mountains turned gold. I took a photo I’ll never post. It was beautiful, but I still felt out of sync with myself. Turns out, you can chase every sunrise and still not outrun whatever you brought with you. I drove back to Asheville in silence, the world waking up around me. Sometimes the view is perfect and you’re still not okay. That’s not failure. It’s just honest. #TravelConfessions #NotJustScenery #BlueRidgeTruth #Travel