I’m back after a much-needed, restful pause in August, time I spent exploring both creatively and physically, while giving myself space to recharge. I’ve found new ways to document things I want to remember, like writing down memorable experiences or filming small snippets from each day.

At home, I’ve been diving back into different creative pursuits that I had either neglected or postponed for far too long. Among them is finally starting to write a book, something I’ve always carried in my heart and dreamed of doing. I’ve reread some of my favorite books and rewatched a few of my favorite American series, and fallen in love with them all over again. I’ve showered our new little puppy, Tyla, with love and attention, and it’s been such a joy to have a dog to spoil again. But still, my heart continues to ache for the loss of Coffee, whose absence I feel every day. 

I’ve just started a few exciting new projects at home: turning our fourth floor into a cozy home café and a book nook for all the books I’ve collected over the years, and setting up a vegetable garden on the fifth floor. It feels extra special since we built this house three years ago, and now I’m finally adding these personal touches.

I’ve reached a point in my life where if I want to pursue something, I simply go for it. I’m no longer waiting for the ‘perfect’ timing or for opportunities to fall into place on their own. Instead, I’m intentionally creating the life I want and filling it with things that truly bring me joy.