When autumn arrives in Transylvania, the air grows sharp and metallic, and the forests shed their color until only the stone of the mountains seems alive. Smoke rises from the first hearth fires, curling above tiled roofs and lingering with its sweet scent in the cold. In the West, this is the season of Halloween I am familiar with - a celebration of ghosts, costumes, and death. In Romania, the same chill carries something older. There are no pumpkin lanterns or suburban tric

When you relocate, you don’t just pack boxes. You carry your body, your routines, and the steady rituals of care that keep you grounded. Medicines and therapy sessions may not seem as visible as furniture or heirlooms, but they are part of your hearth — the daily warmth that makes a place livable. Moving to Eastern Europe can raise questions: Will I find my medication there? What if I get sick before I’m registered in the system? Will therapy still be an option?  These worrie

Drawn to the glow, fragile wings beat against a light that could both warm and burn. She does not question, only moves toward what calls...