Who am I? What can I tell you about myself that would invite you to come inside and turn the pages?
Born in one country, birthed my children in another, and enjoying my middle years in a third. Now I wonder where I belong, who my people are, and how I can reach them…
That was all I wrote on my About Me page when I first started my blog, but in the two years that I’ve been a blogger I’ve discovered something I never expected (and which I mentioned in my post 2012! Blogging awards and gifts for friends), my people are right here, a click away, on my computer screen.
Even though we’ve never met each other – heck I don’t even know all their names or what they look like – and some of these bloggers live so far away that it’s tomorrow evening in their homes while I’m still drinking my breakfast coffee today, there’s a genuine connection and friendship between us.
But that doesn’t tell you anything about me, does it?
I work at an Art Museum in Southern California. When I started my blog I wanted to also share the “real world” exchanges and meetings at my cash register, where it’s so busy and more people seem to be speaking languages other than English, that on most days it feels as though I’m in the middle of the World’s Fair.
Have you ever seen someone signing a credit card in Japanese or Chinese? It’s beautiful to watch the letters being formed, but when I tell them their name looks so elegant, and lovely, they think I’m asking for their I.D, and show me their passports, which are also interesting. Well to me anyway…
I also want to share something of what it’s like to keep moving countries.
When my cousin Sheila, who lives in Vancouver, told me she and her spouse have spent the past thirty New Years’ Eves with the same group of about a dozen friends I wasn’t sure I’d heard correctly. Thirty years? My spouse and I have moved countries and cities too many times to be part of a circle like that.
Though Mr F and I have lived in Southern California for a decade
- my family has emigrated every generation since my Nana-ji (grandfather) moved to India in 1885
- my parents were born in different places, both beginning with “I”
- my siblings, and our children live in four countries and twelve cities
- I was born in a hot country
- my children in one with snow and ice
- I love the weather here in California – who doesn’t love 80 degree days January? – but it doesn’t feel like home.
I don’t know where my home is.
I eat all vegetables (though I don’t much care for cabbage, and cauliflower), my favorite fruits are mangoes and lychees (pronounced lee-chee), I love avocados, but I don’t like olives.
But you didn’t care to know all that did you?
I wear green shoes, my glasses are purple, but red has always been my favorite color.
When one of my blogging buddies asked in a post “Where is your happy place?” I could say without a moment’s hesitation that it’s when I’m out hiking, and especially if it’s a sunny day, and the hike takes me near water, flowers and trees…
The photo below was taken on a nine mile hike in Mandeville Canyon in L.A.
This hike, was in Cape Town.
Oh, did I mention that I love traveling?