Closing a Chapter in Buenos Aires

Nov 8

Buenos Aires was home for almost a decade — a place where joy and discovery defined many of my years. For the first four or five, everything felt new: the rhythm of the city, the endless cultural offerings, the sense that every day could hold something unexpected. Concerts, theaters, museums, wine tastings, food from every corner of the world — all in one vibrant place. It’s truly a city that never stops moving.

Perhaps that’s why I stayed so long. There was always something to see, to do, to feel. But also, somewhere deep inside, I wanted to prove to myself that I could stay still for once — to belong somewhere, even if only for a while.

Performing as soloist with Argentine violist Silvina Álvarez and the Buenos Aires Philharmonic at *La Usina del Arte*. A full house and a true pleasure to share the stage in such a special concert.

The last few years, though, were different. They were quieter, deeper, and sometimes heavier. They forced me to look inward — to face parts of myself that I had kept in motion for too long. Growth rarely comes without discomfort, and that stage of my life brought plenty of both.

Then came the pandemic, and like everyone, I had to stop completely. That stillness turned into reflection, and reflection into change. At some point, I realized it was time to move again — not out of restlessness this time, but out of clarity.

Leaving Buenos Aires was painful, not because I wanted to escape, but because it marked the end of a chapter that had shaped me profoundly. I didn’t leave out of failure or disillusionment — I left because transformation had quietly begun, and it needed space to unfold.

Growth is not linear. Sometimes it’s slow, silent, or disguised as loss. But now, looking back, I can say that I left Argentina at the exact right moment — ready to begin the next chapter of my story, which I’ll share in my next post.