Minneapolis ➡️ California ➡️ Texas ➡️ back home to Minnesota ➡️ Miami… and now Tulsa, Oklahoma. 🤍 If there’s one thing about me, it’s that I’ve never been afraid to start over. At 18, I moved across the country chasing independence, purpose, and a version of myself I hadn’t met yet. Since then, every city has shaped me differently. Some places healed me. Some stretched me. Some broke me down just enough to build me back stronger. And now somehow, life is leading me here. This move feels less like “escaping” and more like arriving. Like trusting that all the random plot twists, risks, heartbreaks, late nights, and prayers were actually leading somewhere all along. I don’t know exactly what this chapter holds yet… but I know I’m walking into it as the fullest version of myself I’ve ever been. Tulsa… be good to me. 🫶🏽