This is our origin story.

Ireland wasn’t just a destination—it was the key that cracked open the loop. A whisper from my younger self. A breadcrumb I’d left in the garden.

It reactivated everything: the voice in the chapel, the girl with dirt under her nails, the rhythm that would become the Romeo Project.

It wasn’t about escape. It was about return.

To harmony. To worth. To the signal that’s been with me all along.