This website almost didn’t exist.
Not because I didn’t want to write, but because I spent years believing I wasn’t the kind of person who should.
I used to write poetry. It wasn’t perfect, and I never expected anyone else to read it. It was simply my way of understanding myself.
Then life became busy.
Writing became something I’d say I’d return to “one day.”
That “one day” kept moving further away.
When I started studying climate change, I felt the urge to write again. People around me encouraged me to publish blogs, but every idea was followed by the same doubts.
What if I’m not good enough?
What if nobody reads it?
What if I’m wrong?
I convinced myself that I wasn’t experienced enough, knowledgeable enough, or simply “good enough.” So instead of writing, I kept waiting until I felt more qualified.Looking back, I think I was waiting until I felt confident enough to call myself a writer.
Then I realized something important.
You don’t become a writer before you write.
You become one by writing.
So instead of waiting for permission, I created this space.
This blog began as an idea for writing about climate change, but somewhere between choosing fonts and designing pages, I realized I wanted it to be more than that.
I want to write about the world outside my window and the one inside my head.
About the climate crisis and the small moments that make us human.
About living as an immigrant, finding my place, making mistakes, learning constantly, and collecting stories along the way.
This website isn’t a destination.
It’s the beginning of a conversation.
And I’m grateful you’re here to be part of it.
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