There's a kind of silence that makes you flinch — and then there's the other kind, the one that wraps around you like a warm blanket. I found the second one deep in a dense green forest, where the path barely showed beneath my feet and the trees leaned in as if whispering secrets to one another. But the moment...
The day has come. It's just before 11:50 a.m. The train is about to arrive. I'm excited, my mouth is dry, my stomach is in knots, my palms are sweaty. I worry that maybe I shouldn't have worn this outfit.
Over the past weeks, as I spent eight to ten hours a day traveling by train across the country, I received an unexpected lesson about time and patience. At first, I was just counting the travel times, departures, and arrivals; the outside world blurred past, serving only as a faded backdrop to my restless, often tense thoughts. Yet, amidst the...
Finding Myself in a Swedish Lake. You'd think that stepping into the water means leaving the world behind. But I've come to believe it's the moment you step closer to yourself. That's what happened to me, on a quiet summer day, standing at the edge of a lake nestled deep in the Swedish woods.
It wasn't a loud kind of day. There were no decisions made out loud, no milestones crossed, no victories to post about. I woke up tired — not just sleepy, but worn out, deep down. The kind of tired that wraps around your bones and makes everything feel just a little too far away. Getting up felt like climbing out...
Our living room is empty and quiet, yet somehow it's filled with an incredible warmth. There's nothing here but a simple inflatable mattress on the floor where we sit close, laughing and playing—just a mother and her daughter with a story that words can hardly capture. The walls are bare, no pictures to hang on them, the cupboards are empty,...
I arrived. In every sense of the word. A new country, a new life — far from everything that once felt familiar. There was no grand arrival. No music. No confetti. Just a tired little girl in my arms, a bundle of tension tucked under my coat, and a quiet voice inside that whispered, "It's going to be okay now."...
How I Imagined a New Life? There was a time when, instead of watching series in the evenings, I was studying maps. I was hunting for books about countries, tasting the names of faraway cities as if I were trying to find the perfect setting for a different life. And in many ways, that's exactly what I was doing.