It’s time to say goodbye to my home of 13 years.

For years, I wrestled with this decision. I always told myself the timing wasn’t right, that I didn’t have enough resources. Truth is—I was scared. Scared to start over again at this age. Scared to move again. I wanted so badly for Trinidad to feel like home… but by year two, I knew deep down it was a place I was meant to pass through—not plant roots.

Still, Trinidad gave me a place to rest. It gave me time to grow. It gave me space to meet the kind of loneliness that breaks you wide open.

As many of you know, my life changed drastically last year when I got saved. Since then, God has been restoring the broken pieces of me—but He’s also been asking me to surrender a lot. One of the biggest asks? To stop procrastinating. To trust Him. And when God speaks, let me tell you—He made sure the message was loud and clear.

So here I am. Letting go of everything. Shedding the weight. Grieving quietly. Saying goodbye to all my material possessions.

I’m leaving with just three suitcases. I gave away my books. Tossed over a decade of journal entries. Letting go of those journals, especially… that hurt. But once I realized I could release even my favorite things, something in me softened. That doesn’t mean I didn’t cry my eyes out while packing—I did.

I cried like a baby when I sold my SUV, the dream car I worked so hard for. Some days, I still feel disappointed in myself for not making different choices. For not having more to show. For not being able to leave with more.

But this is part of it. Making space for what’s next.

The good news? I’m leaving with my dog. And even better—I’m leaving with God. I’m heading back to Canada where family is waiting, where a support system of God-fearing women will be there to pour into me when I need it most.

I’m taking this leap because I believe this is what God wants for me. And because I never want to sit in regret at 60, wondering what might’ve happened if I had just tried again.

I have less life in front of me than I do behind me—and I’ve got to make it count.

Even if I failed in Trinidad… even if I’m starting over from scratch… I’m still turning the page. Because this next chapter is waiting.

Thank you to every single one of you who’s been part of this story.
Let’s turn the page. A new chapter begins now.
Love you guys. xoxo 💛