To move to Buenos Aires was to trust my intuition.

It meant trusting the truths I had uncovered during my travels and stepping outside the script. Decisions like that carry weight. If they fail, they reinforce the belief that the safest path is the only path. But for once, those fears didn’t matter.

After so much time in motion, I finally landed somewhere that fit. Buenos Aires gripped me in a way no place had before. It aligned so naturally with my envisioned lifestyle: slow living, a strong sense of community, green spaces for decompression, and an old-school charm that made everything feel intentional.

Critics might argue it’s delusional to treat a life chapter with a defined end date as permanent.

I would argue it’s equally delusional to treat a life chapter with an undefined end date as such.