Antiochian Orthodox Christian Archdiocese
You found this by accident, on purpose. Somewhere in your twenties there was a reading list — Lewis, then the Fathers, then a podcast, then it was too late — and you consumed an entire tradition in eighteen months the way other people binge a show. You don't do anything halfway. You're the type to memorize the seven ecumenical councils before you've even been chrismated, and you genuinely enjoy being the person at the table who actually knows the history. You weren't looking for beauty. You were looking for the correct answer, and once you found it, you needed everyone else to see it too.
You're not devout the quiet way — you're devout the way a debate champion is devout, unable to let a claim sit unexamined, especially your own. Somewhere back there you left a nondenominational church, or a Baptist one, or possibly a pulpit, and you brought the argumentative instincts with you; you just pointed them at Rome and Geneva instead. (If you're an Arab cradle reading this — you already know. Keep teaching them to dabke for the festival; someone has to.)
Antiochian fits you because it's the jurisdiction built by people who argued their way in — ex-youth-pastors, Western Rite refugees, podcast apologists — and it makes room for the argument to keep going. There's always a text thread mid-debate, always someone who left over something specific and will tell you exactly what, and always, somewhere, an Arabic coffee that no convert manages to drink correctly on the first try.