If you were to step into my room, you'd get a pretty good idea of what makes me tick. 🔥✨ It’s my sanctuary. One wall is dedicated to my bookshelf, which is overflowing and organized in a way that only makes sense to me. I have a deep love for stories, especially classic literature. There's something magical about holding a book that someone else held decades ago, reading the same words and feeling a connection across time.Next to my bookshelf is my desk, which is almost always cluttered with my second great love: astronomy. I have a small telescope by the window, and on clear nights, I spend hours charting constellations or just gazing at the moon. It’s incredibly humbling and puts all my worries into perspective. It reminds me that we are all part of something vast and beautiful.🫦💋People sometimes ask me if I get bored or how I have time for all this. But to me, these aren't just hobbies. They are the pieces of myself. They teach me, comfort me, and challenge me to see the world from different angles. They make me, me.And then there’s music. I’ve been playing the piano since I was seven. It’s my emotional outlet. When words fail me, I can sit at the keys and let my feelings flow through the music. I don’t aspire to be a concert pianist; I play for myself. It’s a private language of joy, sadness, and everything in between.💫🪐