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.