I miss being in love. Or more so, how I felt when I was in love: Curios. Safe. Present. ​In Miami, he gave me a safe enough space to discover her. I don’t know whether I’ll ever find this exact kind of love again. But I know the woman who emerges when life is just right.

A New Year’s Eve in Sydney becomes a quiet meditation on the woman I’d wished I'd become. ​The fireworks over the Opera House were also spectacular.

Sometimes the greatest destination isn’t a place. It’s finding your way back to you. What happens when a dream trip with people you love teaches you something you never expected to learn? Florence gave me laughter, sunsets, fabulous outfits, unforgettable meals. And a few moments of discomfort that turned out to be just as valuable. In just a few days, I discovered that growth can arrive through sisterhood and through a glass of bubbly held just right.

This post isn’t about checking off destinations. It’s about claiming space, owning my glow, and letting the world mirror it back.

I was once the voiceless girl who was praised for silence, taught to survive, not to feel. But in that silence, I was storing power.