i still can't believe my dreams actually came true.

everyday i am showing my younger self that we can live our dream life.

It still blows my mind—how much I’ve changed my life.

Sometimes I sit with the memory of who I used to be, and it feels like I’m watching a different girl altogether. A girl who was once homeless. A girl surviving. A girl who thought dreaming was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

And now? Now I’m living abroad.

Living in Brazil. Volunteering at a hostel. Writing stories and experiences that once only lived in my imagination. I’m waking up to ocean air, to people speaking languages I used to only hear in songs, to a version of life that I once believed was reserved for the rich. For the chosen. For someone else…not me.

How could someone like me possibly live a life like this? A life that felt so far away from where I started. A life that I thought would never fit me because all I knew was struggle. All I knew was making do with nothing and still showing up with everything I had left. No financial safety net. No family backup plan. Just a tiny flicker of belief buried deep under all that fear.

But I leapt.

I took a chance on myself. On the little girl who used to stare at maps and daydream about elsewhere. I didn’t wait for the right time or for someone to save me. I just jumped. And now, somehow, I’m here.

Still figuring it all out. Still in a limbo of what’s next in my business. Still navigating unknowns. But damn…I fucking did that!!!!!

I did that.

And if I can, maybe it means it’s possible for you too.