Walking, Learning, Becoming

These feet have walked through crowded markets, quiet villages, ancient ruins, and cities pulsing with life.

They’ve stepped barefoot into oceans, slipped across temple floors, danced on rooftops, and wandered streets where I didn’t speak the language—but somehow still felt at home.

They’ve carried the weight of my past, the questions I didn’t yet know how to ask, and the dreams I was still learning to believe in.

Seven years later, I’m not the same girl who started this journey.
She was curious, maybe even brave—but she had no idea how much she would unlearn, expand, soften, and rise.

The world didn’t just change around me.
It changed me.

Location independence gave me the freedom to move, but the journey gave me the wisdom to evolve.

What’s something your journey has taught you—about yourself, the world, or what really matters?
I’d love to hear it.