Getting Lost in a Greek Adventure

When I was about 9 or 10, I got lost in Greece after my mom sent me to buy some bread. The bread was bought but not really brought back. Yikes!

After roaming around for a while, my face red-inflamed from the hot Greek sun, I decided to turn around and follow the same path back.

Eventually, I saw my mom, my dad, and my brother. So, I finally gave them the bread! Yay!

Ever since then, I've always thought I'm bad at orientation.

But.

I've discovered I'm actually pretty darn good at finding the right path!

Sometimes I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing and where I'm going but then I remember that's fine too.

In the last 2-3 years, my life has been just a huge trampoline. Lots of fun jumping up and down but with a danger of breaking your back if you land the wrong way.

Life can take a different course in a split second.

So, I won the green card lottery and moved to the USA. Who would've thought that could happen - not me that's for sure!

But, here I am. A free-spirited nomad, roaming around all the time but always getting back exactly where I need to be.