I showed random, crappy cat photos to a camera world legend who belongs in history books. And somehow, that was good enough. And maybe that’s the part that’s been sinking in slowly. That I don’t need to lead with perfection to be worthy…

I AM love, and it’s more about giving loving kindness to others than taking something from them. I’m not perfect. I still slip up. But I don’t need to chase anymore. Because love isn’t out there. It’s in how I choose to show up…

Like the greatest cosmic joke, flying into Bucharest was actually time-traveling into my past. I acted out of pain, insecurities, and unhealed wounds, and insulted “Bucharest elites” for as long as it took for me to start looking within…

I used to think that love would heal me. That if I could just find the right woman, all the pain, all the loneliness, all the mess inside me would finally disappear. But love was never supposed to be a rescue mission. It took breaking hearts…

I never imagined watching Romanians running from themselves and projecting their own shame onto me would be the thing that finally forced me to stop running from myself. All I can say is that I’m glad this happened…

Last year, I came to Bucharest and hated what I saw. I ran around the city making fun of superficial people like it was my part-time job. Only to slowly realize, that the best thing Bucharest has done for me was holding up a mirror and showing…