Let me be clear from the start: I’m not here to trash formal education. Degrees matter. Credentials matter. The structure, the discipline, the exposure to ideas you never would have sought on your own — all of that is genuinely valuable. But there’s a version of “educated” that looks great on paper and falls apart the moment life gets complicated. And there’s a version of “knowledgeable” that has no letters after its name and yet navigates the world with remarkable clarity. T

Then I moved here. And I genuinely did not know there was a UK general election happening until someone mentioned it in passing. I'd gotten a couple of flyers through the letterbox (yes, I've learned the word). That was it!

I didn’t move to the UK to become someone else. But somewhere along the way… I became a version of myself I didn’t even know I needed.

Since living in the UK, I’ve found myself re-examining parts of my upbringing that I never questioned before, especially my education. Not because it was “bad,” but because so many of the assumptions baked into it simply don’t survive contact with the wider world.