In all the chaos, there were still light moments and we were all grateful for them.
It quickly became obvious that there is no such thing as a “quiet night” in Moria.
Set your email “away” message to “Off to the beach! Back soon!”; answer all your emails anyway.
I wondered long and hard what I could do to truly belong to this town, which felt like it was rejecting me like a bad organ transplant.
“I had to leave a bad situation back home and if this is what I have to do to start a better life, it is all worth it. Inshallah.”
My trip to Viamede Resort taught me an invaluable lesson: I do not want to be the girl who fears being alone.