I came to Canada without the intention of staying.
And I stayed.

I built a life here by helping other people start theirs somewhere else.
Poured myself into their futures while mine stood still.

I lived in one of the biggest countries in the world and never saw more than a fraction of it.
But I can walk through Singapore in a day and still feel like there’s more to find.

I believed I could fix what was breaking around me.
I also knew it was never mine to fix.

Fifteen years away from home taught me to adapt.
It also taught me that adaptation can become another kind of prison.

Now I’m going back.
Not to escape, not to prove anything.
But to begin again, and feels like the start of something new.

It took a third of my life abroad to learn the simplest truth:
I was enough before I left.
I am enough coming back.