Three months into 2026, I’ve been filling my life and showing up for the things that make me feel alive.
I keep coming back to this idea of space… that it’s created through presence, not because I take more, but because I stop shrinking. And in doing so, the space I inhabit begins to expand. And I’m learning to stay in it.
On Transgender Day of Visibility, that feels especially true.
And I’m grateful for the people I’ve shared this path with 🖤
We made it to the year’s end, what a journey it has been.
In your 30s, they’ll call you cruel for setting boundaries. It’s important that you don’t listen. How wild it feels to finally not abandon yourself. Choosing yourself isn’t selfish. It’s necessary.
I’m proud of you ♥︎
Rich because I stumbled upon the Silk Road Mountain Race in 2021 on Instagram, a fever dream that felt too far, too unreal, too “for other people.” And somehow, this year, I was lucky enough to be trusted to help out and watch it unfold up close.
There were no medals to chase, only a version of themselves. People signing up to be broken open a little, to test their edges, to see what still holds when everything else is stripped away.
Nothing teaches you more than showing up with your own two feet.
And with just five weeks left in the year, the season where we start imagining who we want to become.. let this be an invitation to step outside the screen and meet the world with your own eyes. It hits different when you’re the one stepping into it.
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Never thought I’d get to my bucket list, to travel through Europe the long way round.. with a bonus side quest I psyched myself into, mostly because there was nothing left to lose: to travel through the entirety of the map till I made it back home. Little did we know, home was never a physical space, and Europe wasn’t the main plot.
Central Asia somehow became the heart of it all.
There were no plans, only days unfolding itself one at a time.
It was life stripped back to its simplest form.
I decided to end the journey prematurely, not out of fatigue, but because the universe began to speak in ways I couldn’t ignore. I realised how privileged I was to be troubled by self-made problems, while the outside world was unraveling in chaos. To continue with the journey just didn’t sit right with my conscience.
Since then, I’ve been sitting in my own space, soaking in the silence. And I keep thinking.. if that version of me could feel alive out there, then maybe the lesson was never about escape, but about learning how to live the same way here.
To wander, even while standing still.
To return, not to where I was, but to who I’ve always been.
Movement doesn’t always mean distance. Sometimes it’s just the heart remembering what it means to be awake.
And maybe after all this time, I’m only just beginning to.
After weeks of raw dogging life, we decided to book a small tour for this part of the trip. It just made sense logistically.
And sometimes, it’s okay to let someone else lead the way.
Funny how it all fell into place; the nature, the slower pace of this small town, coming at exactly the right time after moving through all those cities.
This is the end of all the plans we’ve made so far. After this, the journey is completely spontaneous and uncharted.
Like water, we flow ~
Did a pitstop in Romania just to see the Turda Salt Mine with my own eyes. Zero regrets. It’s surreal, like walking through someone’s dream.
Worth it if you’re already passing through Romania, as it doesn’t take long to explore. Still, a solid wow and deserves its own post.
By the time you read this, I’d have passed through three other countries. Maybe it’s the shorter stays, maybe I’m getting tired traveling from city to city.
Still, Budapest left its mark. The sheer scale of gothic, baroque, and neoclassical architecture all in one place. Felt like I was 15 years too late. Imagine if art history class took us here? We would’ve aced the exams.
Beyond the romanticized gloss and gentrified ruins, the city feels strangely hollow, as if still haunted by its own ghosts. But unlike heartbreak, these ruins don’t leave a bad taste. We can safely assume that falling apart can still look damn good.
1 month on the road. Solo raw dogging life.
Documenting this journey makes me question myself, but I am also learning not to shrink.
Taking up space still feels uncomfortable. But maybe future me will be glad I left them something to come back to.
Swipe through for the messy thoughts 😶🌫️
Felt like a witness to something still unfinished. A graveyard full of voices. This one’s for everyone who showed up and left their mark. This space deserves its own post because it’s made of so many 🫡
20 days in Amsterdam. The city was overwhelming at first, but I found its beauty beyond all the noise. This is the last day of respite before we hit the road. Had a hard reset I didn’t ask for, but now know I needed. Sometimes the hardest beginnings come uninvited. And maybe that’s how the journey truly starts.
Next stop, Berlin. The rest, I’ll find on the way 🫡
