I was walking by the Pier 36 in New York City, saying goodbyes to all the places that made me feel at home even at 7000 kilometers from my birth place. I was reconnecting the dots of some of the best months I have ever spent in my entire life. Something has changed in me over those months: I’ve discovered another part of me. I have felt completely naked and I had butterflies in my stomach again. When I started to realize that being vulnerable was not my defeat, and that it was not for showing myself that I will be hurt again, in that moment I stopped being afraid and I felt strong.