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Mount Hood, April 1st: Not a Breakthrough

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

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Where Two Rivers Meet, I Waited

There’s a spot in Nepal where two rivers crash together—one muddy, one clear. I stood at the edge, thinking it would feel profound. It didn’t. I watched the currents fight, then blend, and realized I’d been hoping for some kind of sign. Instead, it was just water, moving on. I took a photo, but never posted it. It felt too honest: the moment when you expect clarity, but all you get is noise. Maybe that’s what travel is—standing in the middle of something beautiful, waiting for meaning, and finding only yourself, unchanged. #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpected #BetweenWorlds #Travel

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Red Rocks, Empty Thoughts

Garden of the Gods is supposed to be awe-inspiring, but standing there, I felt nothing. The rocks looked like they’d been dragged out of a dream I was too tired to finish. Tourists posed with arms outstretched, but I just watched the wind pick up red dust and thought about how far I’d come to feel exactly the same. I used to think places like this would fix me—swap out the old ache for something new. But the truth is, you can’t outrun yourself, not even in Colorado. Sometimes the view is stunning and you’re still stuck inside your own head. I took a photo. I never posted it. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpected

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Sun in Inverness Didn’t Change Me

I landed in Inverness on the one day the sun bothered to show up. Locals acted like it was a rare animal—everyone outside, squinting, talking about the weather like it was a miracle. I wandered along the river, trying to feel something big. I’d read that the Highlands were supposed to heal you, or at least make you feel small in a good way. But mostly, I just felt out of place. I took photos I never posted. I bought a coffee I didn’t finish. The sky was clear, but I wasn’t. Sometimes the most beautiful places just remind you of what you’re still carrying. #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpected #SoloTravelTruth #Travel

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Colorado Wasn't the Escape I Needed

Everyone told me Colorado would be good for me. Mountains, open air, the kind of place that’s supposed to clear your head. But I kept waiting for that switch to flip—the one where you suddenly feel lighter, braver, less like yourself and more like the person you want to be. Instead, I spent hours staring at red rocks and wondering why I still felt stuck. I took photos I never posted, convinced I should be having a better time. Turns out, you can change your scenery, but your mind comes with you. Sometimes the hardest part of travel is realizing you’re still you, just in a different place. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotWhatYouExpected

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