The Feed

Moving to a new country isn’t just about homesickness or thrill — it’s about the quiet, unspoken feeling of not quite fitting in. Of walking streets that don’t know your name, of smiling through confusion, of waiting for your soul to catch up. This city doesn’t know me yet. And some days, I don’t fully know myself either. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe becoming is supposed to feel like this — unfamiliar, slow, a little bittersweet.