The Soil that raised me
Honduras is where my story began. Honduras is the smell of my grandmother's coffee at the morning, the smell of the wet soil of the yard, the sound of my family gathered together , and the feeling of belonging that no distance can erase. No matter how far I go , this land will always be the place my heart calls home
September 14 ,2025
Hi there!! this is Viena, a girl who was born in San Pedro Sula, Honduras, and who now carries her heart across borders. Distance has taught me many things ,how to be strong, how to feel deeply, and how to create a home even when I am far from the one I left behind. Every morning I wake up knowing that I am walking in two worlds at once: the world of where I come from, filled with warmth, family, and familiar memories, and the world of where I am now, full of challenges, discoveries, and dreams waiting to unfold.
Nostalgia follows me like a quiet shadow, but I do not see it as something heavy. Instead, it is proof that I have loved deeply, that I belong to something bigger than myself. When I write, I feel like I am stitching together pieces of my past and present, creating a space where both can live side by side. Writing is not just an act of expression,it is a way of remembering, a way of holding on, and a way of shaping who I am becoming.
I have always been drawn to creativity, to stories, and to the magic of imagination. My dream is to bring those stories to life, perhaps one day at Disney or Pixar, where worlds are built not only with technology but with heart. This diary is my own small world, a collection of fragments that reflect me as I am now. Some entries may carry light, others may carry longing, but together they form a map of my journey. Through words and reflections, I want to remind myself that even when I feel far away, I am still here, still growing, still creating.
