The City Was Never the Dream — I Was
It started in New York.
The energy. The pace. The feeling that maybe, just maybe, I could belong to something bigger than myself.
At the time, New York wasn’t just a place — it was a symbol. A shortcut to the life I imagined: modeling, creating, traveling, and being seen. It felt like the end goal that would make everything make sense.
But the thing about dreams is… they’re not destinations. They’re doorways.
Leaving Home
Back in Canada, sitting in my room, I felt the pull. The restlessness. The “there’s more for me than this” feeling that doesn’t go away until you listen.
I didn’t know exactly how I’d get there, but I knew one thing — staying in the same place wasn’t going to move me closer. So I made the decision to move to London.
And that’s when my life shifted from imagining to doing.
I’m so grateful for my mother — for her strength, for the generations before her who immigrated to Canada and built a foundation of opportunity out of sacrifice and resilience. They created a space for me to dream, to grow, to stand tall.
But I knew I couldn’t just take that space. I wanted to expand it. To build more room — not just for myself, but for women like us, for the voices still waiting to be heard on stages all over the world.
So I made the decision to move to London.
And that’s when my life shifted from imagining to doing.
The Ripple Effect of One Goal
London became the launchpad. From there, the world started opening up to me. Paris. Barcelona. Back to New York. Then again to Paris. Egypt. Africa.
I built a business. Met people who changed the way I see the world. Learned how to work in hotel rooms, airports, studios, and coffee shops. I learned what it means to live out of a suitcase — not because I had to, but because I wanted to.
The funny thing is… New York, my “dream city,” kept showing up for me. I would find myself there again and again — but by then, it wasn’t the ultimate prize. It was just one of many places I loved.
Falling in Love with the Journey
Some of my favourite places weren’t even part of my original plan.
They were the result of calculated risks, gut instincts, and moments where I thought, Why not?
The truth is, I fell in love with the on the way. The airport goodbyes and arrivals. The coffee at a corner café in a city I didn’t know yet. The late nights working on ideas that felt too big for me — until they weren’t.
The Real Manifestation
We talk about manifestation like it’s just about getting the thing you want. The job. The city. The title.
But manifestation, for me, is about how it feels along the way. The tiny moments of alignment that tell you you’re on the right path. The person you become because you kept going.
And when you finally reach that “end goal”? You realize it’s not an end at all. It’s just another beginning, another doorway to new possibilities.
Manifestation Is a Feeling
Manifestation isn’t just about checking off a destination on a map or landing that one big moment. It’s about feeling—the emotions that ripple through you before you even arrive, the shifts inside you as you journey through unknown places, and the evolution that happens when you finally step into what you once dreamed of.
I always envisioned how I would feel in New York — confident, alive, unstoppable. But what I actually experienced was so much richer. On the way, I felt uncertainty, excitement, fear, freedom, and a whole spectrum of moments that shaped me more than any single city ever could.
And when I finally reached New York, I didn’t just arrive — I evolved. I became more myself than ever before. Because manifestation isn’t about becoming someone new; it’s about unfolding who you already are, through every step of the journey.
