Today marks my last day in Portland—for now. Soon, I’ll fly back to Taiwan, reunite with family, and rediscover that sense of belonging. Yet, as much as this brings comfort, it also highlights the complexity of my life—a heart divided between places, people, and cultures.
Living between two worlds stretches me in beautiful and exhausting ways. The connections I cherish demand time, energy, and distance, leaving little room for peace. It’s a delicate balancing act, trying to remain present while longing to close the gaps between loved ones.
The strain of this disconnection has fueled my hope to create a more permanent home—perhaps here in Portland—where the family feels closer, and the tug of distance eases. I move toward this vision of the future gladly but cautiously. I’ve learned that decisions made in haste often lead to unintended consequences, and I’m determined to proceed with intention and care.
This dual existence teaches patience and perspective. It shows me the strength required to hold love for multiple places and the importance of creating a home rooted not just in geography but in the values that matter most—connection, purpose, and mindful living.
Here’s to finding a home, not just as a physical space, but as a state of being. 💕
Where do you feel most at home—physically or emotionally—and how do you navigate the distances in your life? 🌏
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