Contrary to my usual habit—I used fewer words this time and shared more photos.
Today is my birthday. A birthday that comes after a year in a different, distant country. I narrowed it down, and a year passed; I narrowed it down again, and a decade has already gone by here. There’s no way I’ve grown only in the past year. In my mind, I planned to spend a lot of time this year writing, sharing, and giving plenty of space to everything that happened—and is still happening—in the move to another country. But in reality, I felt more suffocated and stayed silent instead of sharing. Even with myself, it was hard to find the words, and just when I started to succeed a little, I fell hard.
It’s been nearly five months since I fell, so sharply, on an icy street. Since then—a strange hospital stay, three surgeries, rods and screws in numbers I never imagined my body could hold, and a rehabilitation journey full of unexpected turns. I’m sharing glimpses of what I’ve seen from this new vantage point, hoping soon to see everything in full color again and find more words—I miss them dearly. To all my beloveds across the globe, I send wishes for home, peace, calm, and a place to truly belong.
