I am from the cold of the true north to the warmth of the land of the free. From the Ottoman Empire to the Egyptian Pharaohs.
I am from the beautiful sights and sounds from my balcony. The sound of rustling leaves from deer to the wake-up call from the birds, to the squirrels fighting.
I am from the long, long hikes on sizzling summer days to the frosty winter nights wrapped around in the heaviest blanket.
I am from wearing shorts and sandals over at the Mediterranean to wearing two coats, snowpants, winter boots, a scarf, hat, and mittens in the cold, freezing winters of Vermont.
I am from the beautiful foliage and snow on the trees in the Green Mountains to the dead trees over in the Sahara.
I am from the days to weeks to months that I would travel to Egypt to the days, weeks, and months of where I only could travel around my home.
