Scotland is a haunting place, it’s filled with such beauty and you can sit on a hillside for hours feeling the past dancing around you. You never feel alone, even if you are alone. I loved to explore as a kid and I remember the wind blowing on my face as I loved what I saw. I am not really sure why I made the move to Canada as I feel very rooted in Scotland.

Interesting enough my brother did find a relative that did our family tree on my Mother’s side. It turns out my Grandmother’s Father came to Canada when there was a gold rush. He was 36. He went back though and married my Great grandmother and had 10 kids…but he had that sense of adventure like me…I think I may have his genes.

Being a Nomad is so educational…makes you step outside the box…but eventually you always return to the heart.

I think about this subject alot. I was born in NYC but my parents are from the Caribbean. They really held on to their traditions and we would go back over the summers to visit my grandparents.

It’s interesting after living in America for decades, when they retired they moved back to a small village. My mom is now living around the corner from where she grew up and their house is where my paternal grandfather lived and my great grandfather lived up the street. There is a little road with my dad’s family name on it and I’m related to most of the people living there (except for the french expats). Now that I am older I have been trying to find out more about my family’s heritage.

I have lived in NYC, New Jersey, Washington D.C., Austin and Los Angeles, now I’m moving to Rome. I have lived in Los Angeles for nine years and it has never felt like home to me. Rome does.