New beginning

Some of you know that me and my family relocated ourselves out from the U.S. on 2025, where I’d lived and built my life for 16 years. The house I built with my husband and his father where my kids grew up, the plants I planted and never had a chance to eat its fruits (this is because my hand is opposite from green), the paths we made when we had lock down during Covid era that we walked everyday with our goats, my tiny shrine I made that we visited every new years day as our ritual, Cherry blossom tree we planted on our wedding day where every spring we did picnics under, I miss them all. But I didn’t want my kids to live in harsh environment toward immigrants, gun sounding, flags flying country side in a tiny town of Missouri where 99% of the town are Caucasian.

I wanted start of my new blog will be a happy fun one, but also I try not to hide my feelings. Honestly this past year was such a difficult year. The most difficult in my 46 years of life. But it’s because I am a mother now. I have family to protect. I need to be like my parents who sield me from seeing very difficult feeling and situations when we had devastating earth quake when I was middle school.

The key to making things happen isn’t waiting for the perfect moment; it’s starting with what you have, where you are. Big goals can feel overwhelming when viewed all at once, but momentum builds through small, consistent action. Whether you’re working toward a personal milestone or a professional dream, progress comes from showing up — not perfectly, but persistently. Action creates clarity, and over time, those steps forward add up to something real.

You don’t need to be fearless to reach your goals, you just need to be willing. Willing to try, willing to learn, and willing to believe that you’re capable of more than you know. The road may not always be smooth, but growth rarely is. What matters most is that you keep going, keep learning, and keep believing in the version of yourself you’re becoming.