The View Was Perfect. I Wasn’t

QingJing Farm is the kind of place you see on postcards—rolling green, sheep dotting the hills, clouds so close you could almost touch them. I thought being here would fix something. Maybe it would quiet the noise I carried from Taichung, or make me feel less like a tourist in my own head. But standing at the fence, camera in hand, I felt nothing. The air was thin, and so was my sense of belonging. I watched families pose for photos, kids chasing sheep, and wondered why I couldn’t just join in. Maybe some places are just beautiful, and that’s all. Maybe you don’t always get a story worth telling. I still haven’t posted the photos. I’m not sure I ever will. #Travel #TravelConfessions #LostInTranslation