I just landed in Malta on a hot summer morning. The sun is a little different than what I was used to. They say Mediterranean sun hits you in unexpected ways and I felt every bit of it. But nothing was going to stop me from exploring this amazing place.

I had the pleasure of staying in Birgu, one of the oldest cities on the island. It’s quite interesting, the city is surrounded by water and anchored by old architecture that have been around for centuries. I was convinced I was in some kind of ancient heaven. Just about every morning, I grabbed a Maltese traditional dish called “Pastizzi” and I was on my way to start the day. I walked the golden streets day and night, visiting shops and absorbing the rich culture of Malta.

My journey and curiosity carried me to Valletta, Mdina {Malta’s silent city), and Gozo. It wasn’t until I traveled by boat to Sliema when I noticed a drastic change in the skyline. As I approached the city, it was surrounded by construction cranes at nearly every corner of the city. Finally reaching land it was a different vibe than Birgu. A little faster pace, big name stores have already made their mark and buildings were slowly losing their vintage look. It only took me a few seconds to look across the water and see the vast differences between the ancient city’s skyline and where I am standing now.

I sat there for a while and tried to process what was going on around me. Change is good right? That’s what I thought to myself. Change can promote or start the process of growth. However, it can be uncomfortable, challenging and difficult to understand. It’s a process that sometimes causes a person to lose ones self. That’s when change can become dangerous. Later that evening, I grasped this concept; there is always something to learn during those uncomfortable moments of change.

As long as you do your absolute best to preserve your history of who you are and where you started, nothing or no one can take that away from you.