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The View Was Perfect. I Wasn’t.

The first night in Zermatt, I pressed my forehead to the cold window of a hostel bunk. The Matterhorn was right there—lit up by moonlight, impossibly cinematic. I thought I’d feel something. Awe, maybe. Relief. Instead, I scrolled through old messages, pretending I wasn’t just lonely in a room full of strangers. Everyone else seemed to have someone to share the view with. I kept waiting for the landscape to fix whatever felt off inside me. It didn’t. Sometimes, you get everything you wanted, and it still doesn’t fill the quiet. The mountain was beautiful. I was still me. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #HostelNights