I used to believe that it was a fear of failure that kept me from really living. I would stay in my bubble and watch the world around me from a safe space.

In the past year and a half I have been in constant transition. Technically, my entire life I have been moving between countries and cultures, but none of my other transitions have seemed as big as these past months.

I was given a new name at my adoption, and I kept my name from birth. I am all of the jigsaw puzzles, scrapbook pages, and snapshots of everything else in between.