What happens when you keep moving (city to city, country to country), hoping the next place will finally feel like enough?

You get Kamile, Ankara-rooted, now Dublin-based, still gently untangling what friendships and fulfillment look like across different time zones.

We muse about the soft ache of starting over again and again, friendships that shape us, emotional endurance, and how to sit with the question: What if I don’t want to keep moving, but I haven’t found “enough” yet either?

P.S. We promise we don’t have commitment issues. We’re just always in the pursuit of more.