about moyi

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My parents called me Moyi, a Hakka nickname meaning little girl—amusingly, it also translates to squid in Mandarin. Yet octopus feels like a better fit: versatile, curious, and eager to explore the world with every outstretched arm.

The forest was my childhood playground. Towering trees whispered secrets to the wind, and birds stitched melodies into the sky. Watching eagles carve paths through the clouds ignited a deep longing—to ride on their backs and soar beyond the horizon, where something vast and wondrous surely awaited.

Growing up in a village in Malaysia, then journeying through the bustling cities of London and San Francisco, I eventually settled down in a small town in Oregon. Each place left its imprint, shaping a mosaic of stories formed by shifting languages, cultures, and landscapes.

I met challenges, gathered lessons, and encountered the richness and complexity of the human experience in countless forms. Being trilingual taught me that language is more than just words—it’s a lens, a way of seeing. Writing became a means of making sense of it all, beginning with scribbled journal entries that gradually unfolded into stories.

This work offers a glimpse through that lens—an invitation to step into moments that continue to shape a life in motion.