What am I becoming? A creature of thresholds. I live in doorways, in airports, in the moments between sleeping and waking when the self hasn’t yet decided what it wants to be today. I am comfortable nowhere and everywhere. This is both my tragedy and my superpower. I am very committed to constant motion.

I am the woman who packs light but feels heavy. Who craves connection but chooses solitude like air. Who writes love letters to places she’s already planning to leave. Most people mistake my depth for drowning.

– Charlotte Eriksson