Juta Was Quiet. I Wasn’t Ready For That

I thought the mountains would make me feel small in a good way. Instead, Juta’s silence made every anxious thought echo louder. The air was sharp, the kind that wakes you up at 6AM whether you want it or not. Locals nodded but didn’t linger. I kept waiting for some cinematic travel moment, but mostly I just sat with my own restlessness, watching clouds snag on the peaks. There’s a loneliness that hits when you realize you can’t outrun yourself, even in a place this far from home. I took photos I never posted. Not because they weren’t beautiful, but because they felt like proof that I was still searching for something I couldn’t name. #Travel #TravelConfessions #AloneNotLost