Rapa Nui Wasn't the Escape I Needed

I landed on Easter Island expecting to be awed. Moai statues, endless sky, the kind of isolation that’s supposed to crack you open and put you back together. But after the first day, the silence felt less like peace and more like a mirror. I wandered the cliffs and volcanic craters, pretending I was discovering something ancient, but mostly I was circling my own thoughts. No WiFi, no distractions—just me and the weight of everything I’d hoped travel would fix. The sunsets were unreal, but I kept thinking about the people I’d left behind, and how I still felt out of place even at the edge of the world. Sometimes you go far to find yourself. Sometimes you just find the same questions, echoing back. #Travel #TravelConfession #FarFromHome