Cinque Terre in April looks like a screensaver: pastel houses, cold blue water, tourists with gelato. I took the train in hoping for a reset, but mostly I just felt out of place. Everyone else seemed to know how to belong—posing on cliffs, laughing in languages I didn’t understand. I walked the Via dell’Amore alone, pretending to be busy with my camera, but mostly just trying not to look lost. I thought travel would fix the ache, or at least distract me. But standing on that perfect beach, I realized I’d brought all my mess with me. The view was stunning. I still felt small. #Travel #TravelConfessions #SoloTravelTruth