Standing there, framed by the timeless grace of an old church, a serendipitous feeling washed over me. Networking, the art I never thought I’d master, has become as natural to me as breathing. With every new horizon I explore, I find myself weaving a tapestry of connections rich with diversity and warmth. The faces around me, from different corners of the world, have become chapters in my story, effortlessly. It’s the smiles, the shared moments, the stories exchanged in passing, that have built my global village. I’ve learned that sometimes, the most profound connections are not sought but beautifully stumbled upon. And as I stand here, amidst my international family, I realize I haven’t just been meeting people; I’ve been discovering worlds within them.
