Some days I question everything. Did I make the right choices? Did I miss out on the kind of 20s most people have?
And then other days—I’m in awe. I look around at this life and think: how is this mine? I’ve wandered ancient cities, chased wild places, and met people I never would’ve crossed paths with if I’d stayed put. I’ve had moments that cracked me open in the best way.
I love this life.
But I also long for something more rooted. I miss consistency. I crave a community I don’t have to leave. Sometimes I wonder if I traded too much for freedom.
Both are true.
Every dream you chase means letting go of another one. And even the right path comes with trade-offs.
I’m learning to live with the grief and the gratitude. To let the ache and the awe sit side by side. And stop searching for the version of life that makes perfect sense.
