“Not Lost. Just Living.” in every language
Our mantra began as a scribble in an in-flight notebook: Not Lost. Just Living.
It’s the sentence we whisper when immigration lines stretch too long, when job titles feel wrong, when someone asks, “So where are you really from?”
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To the third-culture kid answering that question for the fiftieth time: your hybrid vowels are proof of survival, not confusion.
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To the nomadic creative swapping SIM cards more often than sneakers: keep roaming—home is a playlist, not a postcode.
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To the borderline believer walking the tightrope of multiple identities: your very existence redraws the map.
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To the late-bloomer explorer pivoting careers at 29 (or 49): detours are chapters, not mistakes.
Every stitch we sew, every graphic we screen-print, is a reminder that “lost” is just a word others use when our routes don’t match their maps.