In a world that’s a melting pot of cultures, identities, and expectations, there’s me — a misfit in the grand tapestry, a square peg in a round hole. But here’s the thing about square pegs: they have edges, edges that carve out a unique space in the world. And this is my space, my story.
I arrived in New Zealand with a suitcase half-filled with dreams and the other half with apprehension. The air was crisp, a stark contrast to the warm, bustling streets of San Francisco I had grown accustomed to. The land of the long white cloud, they called it. To me, it felt more like the land of endless green, a canvas too vast for my city-acclimated eyes.