Spikdi
A2–B10:38
A2–B10:38
I sit by the window of my new room.
I sit by the window of my new room.
Outside, the city hums softly.
Outside, the city hums softly.
I do not know the streets yet.
I do not know the streets yet.
But the unknown feels like a gift.
But the unknown feels like a gift.
Every morning, I walk to a new café.
Every morning, I walk to a new café.
I order coffee in my slow English.
I order coffee in my slow English.
The barista smiles. I smile back.
The barista smiles. I smile back.
Small steps build a new life.
Small steps build a new life.
I am learning the rhythm of this place.
I am learning the rhythm of this place.
At night, I read maps like poems.
At night, I read maps like poems.
Each name is a new word to remember.
Each name is a new word to remember.
I am not lost. I am finding myself.
I am not lost. I am finding myself.
MI
Starting Over in a New City
by @mia_world