09/06/2026
Seven years ago, I landed on this coast for the first time🇰🇪
Back then, I was weighed down by so much corporate baggage that I can barely picture that version of myself now🧡
✈️This time, I’m not visiting. I’m going home - to the place that raised my husband.
⛵️He’s Indian-Kenyan, and his parents still live in Mombasa (the oldest city in Kenya) where the spices in their kitchen moved along the same old trade routes that carried mine - cardamom, cloves, cinnamon, drifting along this coast for centuries.
🌏Two diasporas, two coastlines, and the vast Indian Ocean with its monsoon winds that connected them.
Back then, I didn’t really see any of it.
✨This time, I’m arriving as someone who’s spent years thinking about this - how a kitchen holds generations and how “home” isn’t always the place you were born.
I’ll be writing more of my thoughts and cultural musings from Mombasa over the next few weeks🧡
💬What’s made a place feel like yours - even when you weren’t born there?👇🏽