Sunrise Didn’t Fix My Restlessness

The alarm went off at 4:30am. I dragged myself out of the hostel bunk, half-awake, boots thudding on the floor so I wouldn’t back out. The trail to Laguna Torre was empty, except for my breath and the crunch of frost. I kept thinking the sunrise would make it all worth it—the cold, the ache, the loneliness that clung to me like sweat. But when Cerro Torre finally showed up, pink and jagged in the morning light, I just felt small. Not in the awe-struck way people write about. More like: I’d come all this way and still couldn’t outrun myself. Sometimes the view is stunning. Sometimes it’s just a mirror. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #RestlessWanderer