09/08/2026
10 years ago today, I left my home country.
I thought I was going to Australia for a year.
My mom knew before me that I wasn't coming back as a national to my country, she said " you will visit"
She was right.
I had no idea that one decision would take me through so many countries, friendships, heartbreaks, beginnings, endings, versions of myself, and homes.
I didn't know I would build a life in another countries. I didn't know I would become an artist, build a business, be seen, feel invisible, find belonging, lose it again, and eventually decide to leave once more.
And I definitely didn't know that ten years later, I would be sitting here, travelling through Europe, trying to understand how the hell a decade passed so quickly.
I miss home. I miss my people, the food, the language, and sometimes I even miss the girl I was when I left.
But I don't think I want to go back to her.
I think I want to take what she knew with me.
She knew how to listen to her heart.
She knew how to be scared and still go.
She knew how to let life happen.
I've learned a lot since then. Some lessons were beautiful. Some were f*ckng hard.
But if there's one thing these ten years have taught me, it's that there is no perfect way to do this life.
There is no finish line where suddenly everything makes sense.
There are just choices.
And today, I'm choosing to listen again.
10 years out of home.
And somehow, I'm still beginning.
