✈️ Between Two Worlds

It’s been 10 years since I left Argentina, a decade! A decision that led me to explore new horizons but also taught me that migration is much more than moving your body from one place to another: it’s learning to live with a divided soul.

Migration means saying goodbye a thousand times but never truly letting go.
It means carrying the guilt of not being there when time stole those small, irreplaceable moments.

Migration is reuniting with my dad and noticing the new wrinkles on his face, the ones I didn’t see form.
It’s wondering if I said “I love you” enough or truly enjoyed every moment of that borrowed time.

Sometimes I ask myself if I made the right choice or if I should just say screw it and go back. But I’ve learned that migration also means building something new without giving up the love for what I left behind.

Ten years later, I’m still migrating. Not from one country to another, but through learnings, emotions, and above all, versions of myself seeking balance between two worlds. 🩵