DESIGNTHATHITS.

Small city. Slower pace. The kind of place that teaches you to observe before you speak.

Traded quiet streets for a city that never stops asking questions. It was the right call.

Formal training in craft. Learned to see before learning to make.

No safety net, no hand-holding. Just a brief, a deadline, and a version of yourself you hadn't met yet.

Three years condensed into a credential. But the real degree came from the work done outside the classroom.

Internship that became full-time. Learned what it means to design inside constraints — and how to push past them anyway.

It never stopped. While everything else was happening, clients kept coming. The work kept growing quietly on its own.

Not a side project. Not a portfolio piece. A studio. A direction. A name that means something.