Between Two Worlds, Finding Home

Missing those monsoon evenings in Kathmandu where chai tastes different and everything moves slower.

Living in America taught me hustle but I forgot how to just exist without productivity guilt.

My ama called yesterday asking when I'm coming home and I realized I've been chasing the

American dream so hard I forgot what my own dreams were. Sometimes success isn't the six figure

job or the downtown apartment. Sometimes it's knowing who you are between two worlds and being

okay with taking pieces from both. To every Nepali kid here grinding, remember why you

started but don't lose yourself in the process. Our parents sacrificed everything so we

could have choices, not so we could become strangers to ourselves