Next Spring, when I return to the United States, it will be two years since I left. I have elderly aunts and an uncle in Ohio I want to see. Memories of them in my life have stayed with me through a roller coaster of life’s experiences. I don’t know if they understood why I left Ohio and chose never to live there again, since we were close throughout my formative years. And I don’t know if they will ever really understand why I’m living in Europe, a place to them, as far away as the moon. Yet, I think once they see me, hear my voice, and see my smile—all the doubts that I forgot them will disappear. Continue reading →