Immigration is often framed as a decisive break, the before and the after, but that framing hasn't matched my lived reality. What I have experienced instead is a long, unsettled middle. An experience where one foot remains planted in what I lost (or still attempting to untangle from), while the other figures out how to step into a life that is still forming. This in-between space is not dramatic or cinematic. It is quiet, demanding, and persistent. It follows me through ordin

Before Dracula made Transylvania synonymous with vampires, Romanian folklore already had its own restless dead. They were called strigoi, and they did not necessarily live in distant castles or belong to another world. They could be people you knew. That familiarity is what makes the strigoi so unsettling. The threat did not always come from somewhere beyond the village. It could come from the cemetery where your own family was buried, from someone who had recently died, or e

There comes a point in every great transition when the horizon disappears. The plans that once gave you direction crumble. The numbers stop making sense. The people who promised to stay fade into their own uncertainty. And suddenly, you’re left standing in the ashes of what used to feel solid, with no clear path ahead. It is a particular kind of emptiness because you have not only lost something behind you; you have lost your ability to picture what comes next. The old dream

There was a time when telling someone you were traveling from the United States required no explanation. You could say, I’m going to Europe for a few weeks, and people understood what you meant. You were going on vacation. Maybe you wanted to see old churches, eat good food, wander through cities you had only seen in photographs, or simply step away from ordinary life for a while. Unless you specifically said otherwise, nobody assumed your plane ticket represented a larger de

For many people, the idea of leaving their country feels impossible. They may dream of building a new life in Europe and immediately think, that’s not possible for me. Maybe they’re living paycheck to paycheck, rebuilding after losing everything, or simply too exhausted from keeping their current life together to imagine having enough money and energy to build another one somewhere else. Moving abroad seems like something reserved for people with substantial savings, lucrativ

Drawn to the glow, fragile wings beat against a light that could both warm and burn. She does not question, only moves toward what calls her, trusting the shimmer in the dark. The moth reminds us that longing is not weakness to hunger for beauty, to follow a glimmer of hope, even when the path is uncertain, is its own kind of courage. For in her small persistence she teaches that desire is the spark of survival, and that even the most delicate wings can carry us through the n