I remember my first big trip…I was five years old when my grandparents decided to take me to Greece, to introduce me to my heritage. My grandma and I were flying over New York at night- the entire city glowed below us. At five, I couldn’t grasp the concept of flying, but it was irrelevant to me. I was completely mesmerized by all of the lights below me. I had never seen anything like it before. THIS small and minute detail was the exact moment that sparked it all. I’m sure my grandparents had no idea that this one trip to the “homeland” would create the addiction I crave to this day and if they had, they would have reconsidered.
Now, eighteen years later, I have been to 4 continents and dozens of countries around the world. There have been attempts to settle; lead a domesticated life that is so often sought after but eventually the hunger always creeps up again. The yearning of the thrill of unknown places; relationships with people yet to be made; a language to conquer and not to mention food and shops to indulge and explore. I have made it my perogative to become a cultural chameleon. I can assimilate into any country or culture, mingle with people from all different backgrounds and pick and choose what to incorporate into my own life. So this is my continuous story, of human interactions that have shaped my life and carved me into the person I am today and of my travels and the beautiful finds along my unchartered path…
I am a NoMad
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