I was supposed to be in Montreal, eating bagels and pretending I belonged. Instead, I ended up in Utah, standing at the edge of Bryce Canyon, orange dust in my shoes. It wasn’t the trip I planned, or the one I wanted. I kept waiting for the landscape to fix something—like the air out here would shake loose whatever I was carrying. But the hoodoos just stood there, silent and weird, and I realized the only thing that changed was the view. Sometimes you travel thousands of miles and still feel like you’re waiting for your real life to start. Sometimes you just get Utah. #Travel #TravelDetours #ExpectationVsReality