Low battery, high hills: On Trusting Yourself Enough to get ‘Lost’ While Finding Your Footing
The first dispatch from the ground. I’m here. And I’m already getting lost.
I want to tell you about the moment I stopped being a visitor.
It didn’t happen at the airport. It didn’t happen when I dropped my bags at my place or when I had my first coffee looking out over the city. It happened at 8:47pm on a hill in Lisbon with a dead phone, the sun going down, and absolutely no idea how to get home.
