As the grass gets greener and the days get longer, I’m always daydreaming about my next big adventure and maybe spending yet another summer dancing around in the mountains. But as an immigrant, born to refugee parents fleeing their war-torn country, I’ve always felt an immense sense of guilt leaving home for such privileged experiences. A lot of the time I feel like I don’t deserve to move up and forward, because my parents never had the same opportunities growing up. It’s a feeling I’ve been struggling with my entire life. But I also think it’s this feeling that makes my experiences that much more special. To have had the privilege of seeing and living in such beautiful places, and more importantly to have crossed paths with such beautiful people, my heart is so full knowing that I am who I am because of the experiences I’ve had, and the people I’ve met along the way. ♥️