06/09/2026
In my healing era. 🤍
The more I travel the world, the stronger the call back to my coast becomes.
Everywhere I go, I discover something new to love. New landscapes, new people, new stories, new versions of myself. And yet, somehow, the farther I wander, the more deeply I understand where I belong.
I know how privileged I am to have two places in this world that I can call mine. But leaving this one is becoming harder and harder.
Maybe because these colors, these cliffs, this sea are not just beautiful to me. They are memories, roots, childhood, and a part of myself that I spent years carrying across the ocean.
And now life is taking me back to New York. I know I have things to live there, people to meet, chapters still waiting to be written. But this time, leaving feels different.
My heart is heavy.
Still, I'm learning that leaving doesn't have to mean losing.
I'll be back soon.
And one day, sooner than it feels right now, I'll look at this coast and say it again without hesitation:
La mia casa. 🌊💙
