“How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?”― Robert Frost
TEL- AVIV, Israel — Up north in my Amianan rugged nation, in a very inconspicuous part of this world, I used to wonder how my tomorrow would be – just like any young girl then would. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined going out of my town, out of my country – and into the world to find at one end of it something that occurred to me after a lot of things have had happened.
The author with the Sea of Galilee in the background
So I grew up, got an education, got a job, got a husband and a family and thus, a life. The works! And I thought that was it! Even as I’d remember how in those young years, I would sit by the river bank which was not far from our old family home. I would quietly watch the water gently flow by me as I tried to figure out just where it was all coming from and where it was all going to. I had no answers then so I just pocketed those thoughts and went on.
Notwithstanding putting up with my share of disappointments, of difficulties, of desperate moments, I did have my share of some joys. I reveled in academic fulfillment, in work achievement; I relished family accomplishment. I savored the love around me that came in all shades. And then I got blest with the God- given chance for travel – to fly, to float, to roam the lands out of my north and out of my country.
Oh yes, I began to think that one was not meant to live in just one place. Travel and the chance to live in different places were so enriching. Nuances like elephant- rides up in Thailand and kangaroo-races down under in Australia; the tri- ethnic celebrations in Malaysia, the castles and old churches of Europe, the skyscrapers and the snow of America – these were some novelties that began to creep into my life. But, of course, added to these mind openers to blow away my naiveté were aspects of money, of language, of
religion, of educational and governmental systems. My mind comparatively soaked up the diversity I saw in socio-economic and cultural constructs all around me. And my world ostensively grew wide, but kinda small, if we speak of the global village. Until I got the chance to visit the Holy Land. Israel, the Holy Land.– DR. SONJA ALBANO CHAN/ northboundasia.com (to be continued)