Immigration is often framed as a decisive break, the before and the after, but that framing hasn't matched my lived reality. What I have experienced instead is a long, unsettled middle. An experience where one foot remains planted in what I lost (or still attempting to untangle from), while the other figures out how to step into a life that is still forming. This in-between space is not dramatic or cinematic. It is quiet, demanding, and persistent. It follows me through ordin

People often ask how I ended up in Romania, and I have trouble finding the words because my brain is flooded with all the reasons . There isn't one main reason or one moment that decided our direction. It was a long process of research, noticing what felt solid and what kind of future felt possible. Romania revealed its welcoming charm and promise of a dream through a lot of curiosity and thorough questioning. A Landscape That Felt Familiar Before It Felt Foreign The Carpathi

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 her, trusting the shimmer in the dark. The moth reminds us that longing is not weakness to hunger for beauty, to follow a glimmer of hope, even when the path is uncertain, is its own kind of courage. For in her small persistence she teaches that desire is the spark of survival, and that even the most delicate wings can carry us through the