Charlotte Anniversary

Four years ago today I moved to Charlotte from Venezuela. I walked this pathway without knowing I wouldn't come back. It doesn't feel that long since I packed my life in a suitcase and decided to be a real adult at 19 years old. These years have been hard and lonely. I can't see my life going in a different direction from where I am right now. It feels right and empowering to have been independent in the last years. Nevertheless, I do miss my home, my friends, and the easiness of my life. I remember taking pictures of my house to capture the only house I lived in, knowing that one day I would have to leave.

My childhood and teenage years are engraved in that land and I will never forget my origins.