I’ve always been good at leaving. New cities, new countries, new beds that never felt like mine. But Torres del Paine was different. I hiked until my legs shook, watched the sky bruise purple over the granite towers, and for the first time, I didn’t count the days until I’d be home. I didn’t want to leave. Not because it was perfect—my boots were soaked, my phone was dead, and I was lonelier than I’d admit. But something in that wind, that silence, made me want to stay lost a little longer. It’s easy to say you love a place. Harder to admit you needed it more than you thought. #Travel #TravelConfession #PostTripReality