in the fall. My favorite season is expressed most beautifully in the city where I grew up – that gorgeous foliage, crisp air, and wonderful Thanksgiving time of year. I still remember the sound of the crunch as I stepped on leaves while walking home from school, and how they felt under my boots. You couldn’t resist going out of your way to step on that single, perfectly crunch-ready leaf on the sidewalk. Boston
Despite all that, I always knew I would eventually leave
. Even in high school I was keenly aware that there was a world out there waiting to be explored. I remember friends at our high school graduation crying their eyes out – I thought they were crazy! Why stay in high school when there is so much life to live and experience and discover? Boston
My sights were set on
New York City or . Bright lights, big city – entertainment, fashion, music. I couldn’t wait. Paris
And yet, after visiting many cities in the
United States and Canada, as well as Armenia, Karabagh, Amsterdam and Spain, my path led me to . Fresno
Surprisingly, even to me, I love it here. I would not want to live anywhere else right now. (Although I wouldn’t say no to a vacation condo in NYC or a summer home in
aren’t so bad, either. There are even leaves to crunch on. Fresno
Life takes you to unexpected places sometimes. When the fear and trepidation are faced and put aside, the real joy begins. And I’m so thankful for it.
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.