We are used to stability. To morning coffee in our favorite mug, to familiar faces and streets, to predictable answers. All this creates the illusion of control. But it is a journey — real, not glossy, not for photos — that reveals to us a version of ourselves that we do not notice in everyday life.

A change of context is not just a new geography. It is a test of flexibility, of the ability to hear ourselves without the usual “beacons”. Another language, a different rhythm, other people. And suddenly you understand: what seemed obvious is not the only possible. That you can speak to someone in sign language and still be heard. That you can drink coffee alone and not feel lonely.

A journey is an invitation to see yourself from the outside. Not the one that “should be”, but the one that “is”. Without roles, without expectations. And that is the beauty. Because you suddenly remember that not only a woman solves problems and achieves goals. And the one that stops before sunset, when the sky turns peach and the heart beats a little differently.

Sometimes, to return to yourself, you have to go far. 🌍