2025 was a year that, on the surface, looked full. Full in the way social calendars and passport pages like to measure things. There were stamps on my passport—and I’m genuinely running out of pages—new cities and countries, long walks through unfamiliar streets, and conversations with people who once existed only as names on a screen or voices over a frequency. I crossed borders with ease, stepped into cultures not my own, and kept saying yes to learning, even when it was uncomfortable.
