The Middle

   I can't really call this the beginning because it was always this way. The feeling that you get when you are on the road again and moving towards the unknown can be scary but so satisfying. I did this even before I realized it and way before I knew what I was doing. People ask me where I'm from and I always chuckle a bit. I don 't feel like I can pinpoint where that is.

"I was born in a country that doesn't exist anymore." I usually reply.
Of course most don't except that as an answer.

   Should I say I was born in the USSR? But I don't have any memories from the place. The first ones kick in when I was in Israel. I've forgotten most Hebrew now and call English my only native language. I mostly grew up in Vancouver, Canada, and I always said that it's my favourite place to repack my bags.

   As I sit on a porch full of hammocks on a tropical paradise listening to the sounds of the birds with the rain, Canada seems very far away! I can't tell you the day of the week anymore but it doesn't even seem to matter. I've been traveling since the end of September with a short settlement near Samara beach for a month. I got my TEFL certificate there and now I can teach English all over the world. So far, I've had the wonderful fortune of experiencing 27 countries and I'm not even 27 years old. There is so much more out there and I want to be a part of it.