Finding Home
This story seemingly starts with an impulsive move to a city I barely knew. It looks like the beginning of a grand, spontaneous adventure of learning to make a home in a city I hadn’t spent longer than 48 hours in. In more honest language, it’s a sacred story that’s been writing itself over the two and near-half decades since I was born. It’s a story that starts in the rockiest of rock bottoms I have ever experienced, all fears and insecurities brought to the surface, being pulled out from beneath my mask. Each chapter presents layers after layers of how I began to put myself back together again. How I learned who I am, what I need, and what I deserve.
If you decide to read my story, just know that it’s going to get really honest. It’s going to get really messy, awkward, raw, and real. But real, that’s what we want. Let’s take off our masks, and together, learn what we have to offer this world. It’s time to take our power back.
This story seemingly starts with an impulsive move to a city I barely knew. It looks like the beginning of a grand, spontaneous adventure of learning to make a home in a city I hadn’t spent longer than 48 hours in. In more honest language, it’s a sacred story that’s been writing itself over the two and near-half decades since I was born. It’s a story that starts in the rockiest of rock bottoms I have ever experienced, all fears and insecurities brought to the surface, being pulled out from beneath my mask. Each chapter presents layers after layers of how I began to put myself back together again. How I learned who I am, what I need, and what I deserve.
If you decide to read my story, just know that it’s going to get really honest. It’s going to get really messy, awkward, raw, and real. But real, that’s what we want. Let’s take off our masks, and together, learn what we have to offer this world. It’s time to take our power back.
This story seemingly starts with an impulsive move to a city I barely knew. It looks like the beginning of a grand, spontaneous adventure of learning to make a home in a city I hadn’t spent longer than 48 hours in. In more honest language, it’s a sacred story that’s been writing itself over the two and near-half decades since I was born. It’s a story that starts in the rockiest of rock bottoms I have ever experienced, all fears and insecurities brought to the surface, being pulled out from beneath my mask. Each chapter presents layers after layers of how I began to put myself back together again. How I learned who I am, what I need, and what I deserve.
If you decide to read my story, just know that it’s going to get really honest. It’s going to get really messy, awkward, raw, and real. But real, that’s what we want. Let’s take off our masks, and together, learn what we have to offer this world. It’s time to take our power back.