Category: Personal Essays
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Why You Might Start Seeing More Spanish Here
Lately, I’ve been feeling something shift. Not dramatically. Not overnight. But in small, quiet ways. In the way I think. In the way I speak. In the way I move through my days and realise that I exist between languages. Because the truth is, Spanish has always been just as much a part of me…
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Why I’ve Stopped Explaining Myself
There was a time when I explained everything. Why I spoke the way I spoke. Why I dressed the way I did. Why I liked certain restaurants and not others. Why I was selective about the people I kept close. Why I made some lifestyle choices that didn’t look “normal” or “necessary” to others. For…
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Things I Quietly Judge (But Keep to Myself)
I like to think I’m a fairly tolerant person. I live in a big city. I’ve learnt patience. I’ve learnt to mind my business. I’ve learnt that everyone is fighting their own battles and that judging people rarely leads anywhere useful. And yet. There are things I quietly judge. Internally. Silently. With no intention of…
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Why I Started Blogging in 2026
If you had told me a few years ago that I’d be starting a blog in 2026, I probably would’ve laughed. Blogging felt like something from another internet era. Something we all did, or followed, in the early 2010s. Then somewhere along the way, it faded into the background. Replaced by feeds, reels, stories, algorithms,…
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Why I Love Walking Alone
I love walking alone. Not in a dramatic, soul-searching kind of way. Just in a very practical, everyday way. Put my AirPods in, press play, and let the city do its thing while I do mine. I always walk with headphones. Always. Ever since I got the AirPods Pro, the noise cancellation has been a…
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Learning to Trust My Voice Again
There was a time when trusting my voice felt natural. I spoke, wrote, expressed, without second-guessing every word. Somewhere along the way, that changed. Not dramatically. Not because of one big moment. It happened slowly, quietly, through years of working, adapting, fitting in, and learning when to soften things, when to stay quiet, when to…
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How My Mornings Usually Go
Some mornings, it’s as simple as making chai and standing quietly in the kitchen while the water boils. No scrolling. No planning. Just waiting. Letting my mind arrive before the day does. Sometimes I’ll have the noticias playing softly in the background while I sip my chai, half listening, half still waking up. I try,…
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January Feels Like a Quiet Promise
January has never felt loud to me. It arrives quietly, almost cautiously. While the world rushes to label it as a fresh start or a clean slate, I’ve always experienced it differently. January feels quieter. Softer. Almost like the year is stretching slowly after a long night’s sleep. Especially these early days, when the decorations…