How I Trusted My Intuition and Found Where I Belong in Split, Croatia
In Split, it feels different. I feel free in a way. I feel a part of something deeper, bigger, and honest. There are the little moments that are bigger moments for me when I think about it. In my seven months, I feel like I’ve made friends. Friendships where we spend time going for coffee, or paint nights, having sleepovers, or events at the National Theatre. I even had an offer to be picked up from the airport or bus terminal when I return to Split. It may not seem like a big deal, but it feels important to me because it feels like a community, having people now that I feel I could turn to, and hope they feel the same about me.
Holding On and Letting Go: The Duality of Family Ties and Personal Freedom
I sat in my apartment, alone, in silence, coping with family separation, knowing that I wouldn’t see my family again for months. I knew this when I moved. I’ve known this every day since my arrival, but on that day, after a happy full home, I was left alone with my thoughts, navigating life’s transitions to push through and to continue to push forward for the life I truly want.
Trading Toronto for the Adriatic: My Journey of Starting Over
“Walking out of my Toronto apartment for the last time felt as if I was saying goodbye to who I once was, leaving that woman behind; the version that had carried me through life, helped me survive, succeed, and challenge me.”