Between my birth in South Korea and my current home in Switzerland, I’ve lived in six countries—a nomadic life set in motion before I was even born.

When I was two months old, my parents embarked on a journey across the Pacific to Brazil—no family, no friends, just the unknown. It was the 70s, a time when distance felt vast, letters took ages, and visits were rare. Their farewell at the airport was full of tears, knowing five years would feel like a lifetime.

On our flight to Brasília, an engine caught fire—visible from the window. My mom did everything she could to keep me asleep… just in case.

Since then, we’ve lived in the U.S., Portugal, Korea, India, and Switzerland. At 18, I went back to Korea alone for university, while my parents continued their journey elsewhere.

People often ask, Which country shaped you the most? I have no answer. Each left its mark. Childhood in Portugal meant the sea, Latin warmth, my first dog, and the mystery of my American friend’s lunchbox—Doritos and Oreos, worlds apart from the snacks I knew. I loved India—my teenage years unfolding into adulthood, my first boyfriend, the bumpy rickshaw rides through the dusty streets of New Delhi. Memories have a way of making even the least joyful moments unforgettable.

Today, I’m in Switzerland, running my own graphic design studio. Creativity has been a constant. My parents and art teachers always encouraged me, but it wasn’t until high school, when my artwork was chosen for the school festival’s visual identity, that I discovered graphic design was even a thing. That moment set me on this path.

Twenty-plus years in design have had their ups and downs, but I still love what I do.

I started this blog because I’ve realized how much I love expressing my thoughts through words and images. A life spent as an outsider—shaped by my journey—has made me deeply reflective about identity. Writing helps me make sense of it. And because stories, like memories, are meant to be shared.