Home isn’t always one place. For those of us who live far from where we come from, it becomes something we carry — in memories, people, and moments. This piece explores what it means to belong to two places at once, and how love can live across oceans.

Fall comes quickly in the Yukon — the colors shift, the air turns crisp, and the light softens. In this post, I reflect on how the season reminds us to slow down, embrace change, and find beauty in letting go.

Sometimes the life we planned quietly unravels — and what’s left is a version of ourselves we barely recognize. This is a story about what it means to begin again when everything falls apart… and how coming home to yourself can be the most beautiful kind of love.