One of the reasons I created Coming Home is because I have been searching for home for most of my life.

I was displaced from my homeland at nine years old. After that, everything kept changing: schools, friends, teachers, houses, cities.

I learned how to start over. How to be strong. How to not burden anyone with my problems.

On the outside, I adapted.
On the inside, something kept longing.

As a young adult, when I got a corporate job, I traveled often. I thought I would find a place that felt like mine.

A place where I could finally belong.

Traveling was fun and expansive, but something in me was still searching.

The feeling of home remained just out of reach.

Eventually, the search turned inward.

I began an internal journey, one that invited me to reclaim the parts of myself I had silenced, overridden, or left behind in order to survive and succeed.

Slowly, I returned to my body. To my heart. To my Soul. To my intuitive knowing.

I reclaimed pieces of myself that had been waiting patiently. I softened toward the younger parts of me that had carried so much alone.

I learned how to stay. How to listen. How to be with myself without abandoning myself.

And somewhere along the way, I realized:

Home was not a place I was meant to find.

Home was the place inside me that had been waiting for my return.

With time, I began to see how many of us are living this same quiet displacement, not necessarily from a country, but from ourselves.

The essence of Coming Home is to help you return to yourself.