07/06/2026
I’ve just come back from Latvia, where I was born and grew up. I lived there until my early twenties. I have now lived in the UK for twenty-one years.
And this trip, for the first time, I really sat with something I’ve never fully faced before.
This idea that When you choose one life, you automatically unchoose another.
It’s not about pros and cons. It’s not about missing home or wanting to go back. It’s something maybe even more uncomfortable than that. It’s the recognition that the version of me who stayed; who built her life there, who kept those friendships, who grew up in that community- that version exists somewhere, but not here. Not as me.
Every major choice we make forecloses something. Most of us make those choices half-awake even if it doesn’t feel@like tat at the time. We follow a relationship, a job, a feeling. We don’t sit down and consciously decide. We just… end up.
And then one day you’re standing somewhere
familiar and foreign at the same time,
and you realise: the life you have is not the only life you could have had.
It’s just the one you kept choosing. Repeatedly. Without always knowing you were choosing it.
In astrology, there are signatures that correlate with living away from your roots. A 12th house sun or chart ruler or stellium. The ruler of the 4th house in a cadent (3rd, 6th, 9th, and 12th house) or foreign sign (Detriment or fall). Saturn or the South Node connected to the 4th house. Neptune or Pisces energy heavy in the chart. The chart often shows an archetypal restlessness with origins, a soul that needed distance to find itself.
My 12th house Scorpio stellium has always pointed to this.. Something beneath the surface of where I come from that takes years to see clearly.
I’m curious about you.
Are you living away from where you were born? Was it a conscious choice, or did life just take you there? And have you made peace with what you didn’t choose?
Drop it in the comments. I read every one.🤍✨