My fascination with wandering and storytelling started when i was very young. My parents were from different countries and cultures, separated by an ocean. I have faded memories of sitting in my father's lap as he spoke to me of his travels to faraway exotic lands. He spoke at length of their customs, their behaviors and beliefs. My mind would drift and wander as he wove his spell of stories long past. We lived every moment with a differing perspective, my mother a foreigner, spoke of her beloved homeland, her childhood, her customs and beliefs. The variety of languages spoken in my house varied from two to four, five or even six on the right day. Our house was the United Nations and we embraced all. Maybe that is why I feel so comfortable in New York and have made it my home for so long.  Although I live here I leave often, but somehow I always return.