I never imagined how much moving from Brazil to Boston would change me. People tell you relocation is exciting — but they forget to mention the loneliness, the confusion, and the quiet transformation that happens when you’re building a life from scratch.
The Beauty of Feeling Lost
My first months felt like floating. My Portuguese thoughts tangled with English conversations. I missed Brazilian warmth — the food, the people, the colors. But I also learned that being lost forces you to pay attention. It pushes you to explore, adapt, and reinvent yourself.
Creating Home Wherever I Stand
I made Boston feel familiar one tiny moment at a time:
• finding a bakery that reminded me of home
• learning which parks Duke loved most
• decorating my space with colors that felt like “me”
Home stopped being a place. It became a feeling.
What I Carry With Me
My stories. My culture. My softness. My fire.
And the belief that wherever I go, there is room for me to bloom.
