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Letter 10
To the one I have yet to meet, There’s a quiet belief I carry with me, one that grows stronger with each passing day: the belief in divine timing. It’s the idea that everything in life happens when it’s meant to, that the universe moves with a perfect rhythm, even if we can’t always see Continue reading
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Letter 08
To the one I have yet to meet, I remember the first time I traveled outside the country, back in 2019. It was to Bangkok, Thailand, a place that felt both unfamiliar and exhilarating. It was a journey that wasn’t just about the destination; it was about healing, about reconnecting with parts of myself I Continue reading
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Letter 07
To the one I have yet to meet, I’ve been thinking a lot about dreams lately. About how we should dream big and then dream even bigger. The world, the universe, it’s all vast and limitless. There’s no ceiling to what we can achieve, no boundary that we can’t cross if we dare to imagine Continue reading
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Letter 04
To the one I have yet to meet, I stood at the top of the Space Needle today, watching the sun dip lower and lower behind the skyline of Seattle. The sky was a painting, with shades of gold, pink, and purple swirling together like a dream. The city stretched out beneath me, full of Continue reading
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Whispers of Washington Day 1 & 2: A Journey Through Forest, Self, and Wonder
They say big dreams start with small steps, and this is mine. At 31, I’ve set out on a personal adventure I call 50 Before 40 — a soulful mission to visit all 50 U.S. states before I turn 40. I want to stand beneath redwood giants and desert stars, hike mountain trails and coastal Continue reading
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Letter 02
To the one I have yet to meet, Today, I found myself in the kitchen, surrounded by the scent of garlic, onions, and beef simmering in a pot. The ingredients of something familiar, something comforting. As the beef caldereta cooked, I couldn’t help but think of you. I imagined the day when we would sit Continue reading
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Letter 01
To the one I have yet to meet, I’m standing here, surrounded by towering trees, with the sound of rushing water filling the air. The mist dances in the cool breeze, softening everything it touches, just as my heart feels softened in this moment. The Snoqualmie Falls are before me, powerful and beautiful, crashing against Continue reading
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