Hello!

It’s been a long, long while since I’ve written anything.

I created this blog as a space to share my thoughts and feelings—to connect with people who might relate, or even those who don’t. What matters most is honesty, as long as you’re true to yourself, then it’s all good!

If you happen to stumble upon this little corner of the internet, I’d love to hear from you. Please tell me a bit about yourself. I’m really curious about you, reader of this blog!

I must admit that I am not a very good writer. I’m simply typing what comes to mind, so my thoughts might not be very coherent. But they are genuine, so please bear with me.

Since this is my first post, I don’t have a specific topic in mind. Or rather, I have too many things I want to write about and haven’t quite decided where to begin. Maybe I’ll start by telling you a little about myself.

When I think of introductions, the usual questions that come to my mind are: Where am I from? How old am I? What do I do? But even if I answered those, you’d still know very little about me. Worse, you might form an image of me that I’d laugh if I heard it.

So instead of facts, let me share a few thoughts with you.

On Age

If age wasn’t measured by the way humans count time—or if our bodies never aged—I’d tell you that deep down, I feel very young. Not in the way our society defines youth, but in the sense of being ageless.

That feeling is liberating. It’s as if time is limitless, and we’re forever playing, learning, evolving into better versions of ourselves.

I mean, how can a number ever capture who you’ve become?

Where Are You From?

Growing up, this was always a difficult question for me.

I was born in one city.
My parents were born in another.
We immigrated to a third.
I lived between all three.  

I speak the languages perfectly.

I feel as if I belong to all and none at the same time.

What Do You Do?

This one is trickier.

After university, when I could no longer call myself a student, I struggled to explain what I "do." Deep down, I felt my work wasn’t a good representation of who I really am. Or rather, unless I explained why I did it, people wouldn’t understand me in the right way.

Once, at a museum, a staff member asked if I was a student.
"No," I said, "I’m working."
She smiled and replied, "Oh, of course you are. You’re a student of life."

I thought that felt so right.
That’s exactly how I want to be known.

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So Here We Are

I haven’t given you any concrete facts, but, perhaps you know me a little better now than if I had.

That’s all for today. More to come…