Gent, Belgium: I Didn’t Belong, and That Was the Point

I wandered Gent’s old streets thinking I’d feel something—some spark, some storybook awe. Instead, I felt like a ghost. The canals were pretty, sure, but I was just another outsider with a camera, watching locals laugh in a language I couldn’t fake. I kept waiting for the city to let me in, but it never did. I ate alone, circled the same bridges, tried to convince myself I was grateful. The truth: sometimes travel just means being quietly out of place, and learning to sit with that. Gent didn’t change me. But it made me honest about why I travel at all. #TravelConfessions #OutOfPlace #SoloTravelTruth #Travel