That’s exactly what I miss —the passion, the closeness, the warmth of people, their brightness.

Barcelona, you were everything and more.

You showed me that I can stand on my own two feet — navigating, pivoting, adjusting, breathing, feeling. I walked with confidence. I let my heart guide me. And because of that, I stumbled upon gems.

The patriotism of the country was astounding.

Antoni Gaudí can only inspire — the way he saw the world, what he created, what he envisioned. His inner world left a permanent mark on his country.

And it makes me wonder:

Can I do that too?

I learned that I can lead.
I can move forward.
I can breathe into the beauty of life.
I can fall in love with my own beauty.
I can fall in love with who I am.
I am grateful for who I am.
I am proud of myself.

She walks — a sovereign being.

Self-led. Free.

Speaking for all the voices that came before her.
The silenced voices.

I felt them form a ring around me — iridescent wings spread — and my heart was touched. Trauma lives in the ancestral line, the soul line. But I honor it by being sovereign. By being free.

I honor those women by embodying my voice. By feeling with passion. By taking up space. I honor them simply by being who I am.

There is still the ache of recent love. He lingers in my field. And yet I remind myself — it mattered. I don’t miss him. I miss how he made me feel.And now, I begin to love who I am alone.

I am alone as a person, but I do not feel lonely.
The realization landed softly: What a privilege it is to grieve.
What a privilege it is to feel sadness.
Because what a privilege it is to love deeply.
What a privilege it was to feel resonance.
Imagine never having felt that depth.
Imagine a life without it — how hollow it would be.

On this deeper level, I am grateful even for the pain.
It is part of being human.
It humbles us.
It softens us.
It is necessary.

And I walk forward — sovereign, grateful, alive.