Eighteen years, six countries and every external marker of success later, nothing inside had actually changed. It took burnout, heartbreak and a dark night of the soul to turn the search inward — and RTT® was the piece that made the change hold. Home, it turned out, was never a place. This week marks 18 years since I left Slovakia. Half my lifetime now spent abroad — the exact same stretch of years I spent growing up in the place I once called home. I left at 18 with a suitcase, a place at a Danish university, and a small, quiet feeling that I might never move back. I had no idea how right that feeling would turn out to be, or how much would have to fall apart before it made any sense. This is the story of what those 18 years actually taught me — not the highlight reel, but the real one. Career highs that didn't fix anything. A relationship I should have left three years be