The Forest Was Quiet. I Wasn’t

Somewhere outside Puerto Natales, the bus window fogged up and the forest blurred into a smear of green and grey. I’d imagined Patagonia would feel like an escape—like all the noise I carried would get lost in the trees. But the silence here was loud. I kept thinking about the version of myself I wanted to be in places like this: braver, lighter, someone who could breathe easier. Instead, I counted the hours to the next stop, scrolling through old messages, pretending I wasn’t still tethered to everything I’d left behind. Travel doesn’t always untangle you. Sometimes it just gives you a quieter place to notice the knots. #Travel #TravelConfessions #AloneTogether