For almost ten years now, I’ve been traveling the world.

Moving cities, changing cultures, learning languages, meeting people who shape you in ways you never expected. When you live like this, you begin to understand that home is not always a place. Sometimes it’s just a feeling and sometimes that feeling changes.

For a long time, I thought I had found my forever place.

Milan: When I Thought I Had Found Home

When I arrived in Milan, something inside me settled. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. The rhythm of the city, the beauty, the people, it all made me feel like I could stay there forever.

I truly believed Milan was where my life would unfold.

Until one day… it wasn’t.

Something shifted. Not suddenly, but slowly. The feeling that once felt like home started to fade, and I realized something important: sometimes places fit a version of you that is already changing.

And when you change, your idea of home changes too.

Los Angeles: Ambition, Opportunity, and Awakening

Then came Los Angeles.

From the moment I arrived, I was welcomed in a way that opened my mind completely. The energy, the ambition, the possibility of being surrounded by some of the biggest celebrities and creatives in the world, it was intoxicating.

For the first time in my life, I started making real money.
Things were moving. Opportunities were coming. Everything seemed aligned.

I thought: This must be the place where I’m meant to grow.

And in many ways, it was.

But growth doesn’t always look like success on the outside.

At some point, I started noticing something deeper: my values, my empathy, my way of caring about people, things I consider strengths, were sometimes seen as weaknesses.

And slowly I felt something uncomfortable.

I was changing.

Change itself isn’t bad. Growth requires change. But there is a moment when you start to feel like you’re losing pieces of yourself.

And when that happens, it’s time to stop and ask yourself an honest question:

Am I becoming more of who I am, or less?

For me, that realization meant it was time to move again.

Colombia: Returning With New Eyes

After years abroad, I returned to Colombia.

This time felt different. I wasn’t the same person who had left. I had learned new languages, explored different cultures, and studied topics that deeply resonate with me, things that allow me to help others.

For a moment, I wondered if this was the time to stay.

Maybe I could build something here.
Maybe I could grow personally while creating a business.
Maybe this was the place where everything I had learned would finally take root.

But there was still a voice inside me saying I wasn’t done yet.

And I knew I couldn’t ignore it.

London: Closing a Chapter

So I made another decision that required courage: I moved to London.

London represented something important for me. Years earlier, when I spoke with my first international manager, we talked about London as a destination, a place that could represent the peak of my modeling career.

I didn’t know whether London would become my home or simply the place where I would close that chapter of my life with gratitude.

But modeling has given me so much.

It shaped my resilience.
It gave me perspective.
It taught me how to navigate the world.

Much of the person and professional I am today was built during those years.

Istanbul: Finding Balance

And now, life has brought me to Istanbul.

I came here for work, under contract. But something unexpected happened.

In this city, I found something I hadn’t experienced in a long time: balance.

Not just a place to work, but a space where I could slow down and clear my mind.

Even more importantly, I met people who made me feel cared for, seen, safe, and feminine.

For the first time in a long time, I feel like I don’t have to push so hard. I don’t have to force everything to happen.

I can simply allow things to flow even if they are not perfect.

And that feeling is incredibly freeing.

Starting Again

So here I am.

In Istanbul.

Writing this blog.

After ten years of moving, growing, changing, leaving places I once loved, and discovering new versions of myself in every corner of the world.

And once again, I feel ready to step into the unknown.

Because if these years have taught me anything, it’s this:

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is leave what once felt like home, so you can keep becoming who you’re meant to be.