Rome Was Perfect. I Wasn’t.

Everyone posts about Rome’s golden light, the wine, the ruins. I remember standing in the middle of Piazza Navona, watching a street artist sketch tourists, and realizing I felt nothing. Not awe, not joy—just a weird, hollow ache. I’d come here chasing some cinematic moment, thinking the city would fill whatever was missing. But the truth is, you can’t outrun yourself, not even in Rome. The gelato tasted sweet, the fountains glowed at dusk, and I still felt like a ghost in my own story. Nobody tells you that sometimes the most beautiful places just make you feel more alone. #Travel #TravelConfessions #RomeUnfiltered