On Moving Seven Times

In three years, I moved seven times across two countries, two languages, and different cultural landscapes that kept reshaping me along the way.

I often wonder whether a life can really fit into a few boxes - or into a single suitcase. Every move has asked me to let go of something, to carry something else more carefully, and to confront the unstable idea of home. There is always exhaustion in moving, but also desire: the desire to begin again, to imagine a new space, to make room for who I am becoming.

This reflection emerged while closing 11 meses de selfportraits, a project rooted in introspection, memory, and self-observation. That final image became a way of holding everything at once: movement, accumulation, uncertainty, and the quiet hope of finally arriving somewhere that feels like my own.

Moving is chaotic and disorienting, but it can also reveal how many lives we have already lived within this one life. Sometimes it takes another transition to make that visible.