I started as an engineering student. It made sense at the time—structured, technical, problem-solving. But as the months went by, I felt something was missing. I wasn’t sure what, but I knew I wasn’t where I was supposed to be. So, I did something that felt both reckless and necessary—I dropped out.
One day, while walking across campus, I passed the architecture building. I don’t know what stopped me, but something about it caught my attention. Maybe it was the models in the windows, the sketches pinned to the walls, or just the energy of the space. On a whim, I walked in and applied. No plan, no expectations—just curiosity.
At first, it was overwhelming. I had no background in design and no lifelong dream of being an architect. But the more I engaged with it, the more it pulled me in. Architecture wasn’t just about buildings, materials, movement, craft, and culture. It was about making. It was hands-on and deeply immersive in a way I hadn’t expected.
I never chose architecture in the traditional sense, but looking back, I realise why I stayed. Architecture is about asking questions, pushing boundaries, and constantly learning. It embodies true curiosity, and that’s why it became mine.