I have mad respect for people who can create a blog that focuses on one category (i.e. food, travel, personal advice, “how to”, etc). I truly admire that kind of consistency! However, I can go ahead and tell you that I don’t possess it. This blog will be completely random and all over the place. I may share my personal beliefs today and my favorite recipe tomorrow. All I can tell you is that I am anything but predictable.
Today I’ll continue with the introduction. After all, you still don’t know much about me. The things listed in my first post could apply to any free spirited girl, right?
Well this free spirit was born of roots that are spread out about as far as you could possibly stretch! My mom is from a tiny town in Eastern North Carolina. I grew up on the country side. We had few neighbors and a lot of cotton fields. Most of my family didn’t (and some still don’t) approve of interracial marriages. To this day, I believe the only thing I got from them is a touch of stubbornness and a lot of freckles. Our views and beliefs couldn’t clash any worse. They love me nonetheless!
My “father” on the other hand, is from a speck on the globe. It’s a teeny tiny island in the middle of the Pacific ocean. My first visit was complete culture shock. It took me about three months to adjust to life there. I was 15 years old and a long way from home.
Thinking back to that time in my life, I’m quite certain that that experience played a significant part in the birth of my gypsy soul. To have left everything I knew at such a young age, and experience a world that was completely foreign, and most importantly, to have adapted and grown to love that world, well, it was empowering to say the least. In retrospect, I have no doubt that it opened my eyes to possibilities. It instilled courage to step out of my comfort zone and it sparked a hunger for more…I’ve been wild ever since.