Venice Was Quiet. I Wasn’t Rested.

Venice at 6AM is supposed to be magic—empty bridges, soft light, the city waking up just for you. I thought I’d feel lucky, or at least peaceful. Instead, I felt like I’d broken into someone else’s dream. The canals were silent, but my mind was loud: did I come all this way just to chase quiet I can’t find at home? I took a photo I never posted. It looked perfect, but I remember the ache in my feet, the weight of my backpack, the way the silence made me feel more alone than any crowd ever could. Travel didn’t fix me. It just made the noise sharper. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #VeniceUnfiltered