I thought standing on snow at Mount Hood would feel like a reset. Instead, it was just cold. The air stung my face, and the silence pressed in—no epiphany, just the same thoughts I’d carried up from the city. I took a photo, then deleted it. It looked like every other mountain photo online, and I didn’t want to pretend I’d found something I hadn’t. Sometimes you go somewhere hoping for a before-and-after moment. Sometimes you just get weather and a reminder that you can’t outrun yourself, even with a view like this. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpected