For years I’ve felt like a guest in my own life—surrounded by people, yet somehow always on the outside looking in. The city hums with millions of voices, but the silence in my apartment speaks louder.
I work in graphic design, spend too much time with my plants, and lately I’ve been dreaming about a different kind of life. One where neighbors share more than walls. Where meals are made together and conversations don’t need an excuse.
I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for, but I know it’s not here. Maybe it’s a place. Maybe it’s a feeling. Maybe it’s just people who understand that longing for something more isn’t naive—it’s necessary.
I’m curious about permaculture, learning to grow my own food, and finding spaces where slowing down isn’t seen as falling behind.
Open to visiting, volunteering, or just talking with anyone who’s already living the life I’m trying to imagine.
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