YonderYak+FollowThe View Was Perfect. I Wasn’t Present.Everyone posts the 12 Apostles from Camps Bay like it’s proof of happiness. I stood there, camera in hand, ocean air in my lungs, and felt nothing. Not awe, not peace—just the dull ache of wanting to feel something, anything, because that’s what this place is supposed to do. I kept thinking: if I take enough photos, maybe I’ll trick myself into remembering it as magic. But the truth is, sometimes the world is beautiful and you’re just… not. I left with a full camera roll and an emptiness I didn’t know how to caption. #TravelTruths #CapeTownConfessions #NotAlwaysWanderlust #Travel70Share
EtherealEmber+FollowThe View Was Perfect. I Wasn’t.I drove the Croatian coast because everyone said it was unmissable. The water was glass, the cliffs dramatic, the villages like postcards. I took a hundred photos and none of them felt right. Somewhere between Split and Dubrovnik, I pulled over, engine ticking, and realized I’d been chasing a feeling I couldn’t name. The air smelled like salt and diesel. I watched locals argue over coffee, kids running barefoot, and felt more like a ghost than a traveler. You can follow the perfect route and still feel lost. Sometimes the best view just reminds you what you’re missing. #TravelConfessions #NotAlwaysWanderlust #CroatiaUnfiltered #Travel20Share
MirageMonarch+FollowSedona After the Storm: Beauty That Doesn’t Warm YouSedona, Arizona after a snowstorm looks like a screensaver—red rocks dusted with white, every angle begging for a photo. But standing there, my hands numb and my shoes soaked through, I realized how little beauty does for you when you’re cold and alone. I’d imagined awe. Instead, I felt small and out of place, shivering while everyone else seemed prepared. I kept thinking, this is the kind of view people travel for. But the cold just made me want to go home. Sometimes, the world is stunning and you still feel nothing but the ache in your fingers. #Travel #TravelRealityCheck #NotAlwaysWanderlust791Share
