New Roots, Same Soil of Love

Part of the Personal Anchor series – moments that root identity and meaning.

We had just moved from Bermuda to the UK.

I was five, holding on to my sister, my anchor, in a world that suddenly felt louder, colder, and harder to understand.

 

We didn’t know it then, but this move would change everything.

New systems. New barriers. New beginnings.

 

Even in new soil, our roots carried love, strength, and identity.

Because where we come from doesn’t fade, it grows with us.

 

What helps you stay grounded through big changes?

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