
The Stories I Didn’t Tell: Why I Stopped Writing About My Travels
In the moment, it was simply water, breath, and wonder. I remember thinking: This is so beautiful I might actually cry through my snorkel. I did not think: this will make a great lede. I didn’t pitch a single piece. For the latter half of 2025, I traveled to Mauritius, the Western Cape, and Mozambique, but I didn’t treat every beautiful moment as raw material to be sold. I stopped being a guest and started being a witness. Here is what I learned when I finally stopped writing.






