If you told me a year ago I’d be sitting here, building something from scratch and calling it mine, I probably would’ve laughed.
But here we are.
This blog is my corner of the internet — no filter, no algorithm to impress, just honest thoughts from someone who’s been navigating life with curiosity, ambition, and a whole lot of coffee. I’m Beverly — a tech-minded, people-first kind of woman who has spent years working in the world of software, customer success, and everything in between. I love solving problems, building relationships, and finding meaning in the spaces most people overlook.
And lately? I’ve been finding a lot of meaning about 8,000 miles away.
The Trip That Changed Everything
This past Christmas, I did something I’ll never forget — I visited Rwanda.
I didn’t know what to expect. What I found was something I wasn’t prepared for: a country that stopped me in my tracks and made me question everything I thought I knew about home.
Rwanda is breathtaking in the most quiet, unhurried way. The hills roll endlessly into each other like the land itself is breathing. The air is clean. The streets — and I mean this — are immaculate. There’s a pride in that country that you feel before you can even name it.
But it was the people that undid me completely.
Warm doesn’t even cover it. Rwandans carry a resilience and a joy that is deeply intentional — born not in spite of their history, but because of it. To learn even a little of what this country has survived, and then to watch how it has rebuilt itself with such dignity and vision, is humbling in a way that’s hard to put into words. Kigali, the capital, is one of the most organized, forward-thinking cities I’ve ever stepped foot in. And yet nothing about it felt cold or corporate. It felt alive.
I cried on the plane ride home. Not dramatically — just the quiet kind of tears that come when you leave somewhere that felt, inexplicably, like it was already yours.
So Here’s the Part I Don’t Say Out Loud Much
I want to move there.
Not someday in a vague, dreamy way. I mean it with the kind of clarity that only comes when something just clicks.
I want to wake up in that country, contribute to its growth, and build a life that feels as intentional as the place itself.
I don’t have every detail figured out — and honestly, that’s kind of the point of this blog. I’m going to figure it out in public, one post at a time. The research, the logistics, the emotional rollercoaster of deciding to uproot your life for something that just feels right. I’ll bring you along for all of it.
What You’ll Find Here
This blog is about the full picture of my life — not just the Rwanda dream, but everything woven around it:
∙ Navigating a career in tech while chasing something bigger
∙ Personal growth and the messy, nonlinear path it takes
∙ Travel, culture, thoughts and what it means to truly belong somewhere
∙ Lessons learned the hard way, shared so you don’t have to learn them the same way
∙ The honest, unfiltered experience of a woman building her life on her own terms
I’ve always believed the most interesting stories aren’t the polished ones. They’re the ones written in real time, while the ink is still wet.
So welcome. Pull up a chair. This is life as I know it — and I’m just getting started.
Wandering Minds 
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