You land on Reunion and everyone tells you it’s paradise—volcanoes, waterfalls, the kind of blue you can’t name. But I remember the first night: the air thick, the streets empty, and me, awake at 3AM, scrolling through photos I didn’t send anyone. No one warns you how small islands can make you feel. Like you’re visible and invisible at the same time. I wandered markets, tried to blend in, but every conversation felt like a reminder I was just passing through. I wanted to belong, but I was always the outsider, collecting moments I’d never really share. Reunion is beautiful. But beauty doesn’t mean you fit. #Travel #TravelLoneliness #OutsiderFeeling