From Greece to Lebanon to Armenia; someone asked me today why I didn’t go home for the holidays. I carry these places and so many others close in my heart. They are my heritage and my pulse. They carry my ancestors in their nooks and my memories in their intricate ruins.
These years have made me realize the meaning of sacrifice, hard work and appreciation of the small things and loved ones we so often take for granted.
We hope our efforts and dedication will amount to something worthwhile but we forget time passes without asking for our permission. This sweet paradox is all around us, in the monuments we admire, the places we have yet to connect to and the people who we have yet to discover.
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