This phrase has always resonated with me, and I think it says a lot about who I am. Being new, feeling new, and starting new adventures will always be part of my essence. I grew up feeling new.

When I was three, we moved from Lima, Peru to Quito, Ecuador. After three years, I ended up being new in my own country for the first time. I didn't get a chance to make myself feel at home again, because my Dad was already announcing a big move to Nicaragua. I have the fondest memories of that beautiful country, more than often I call it my hometown. We stayed in Managua for around 7 years, until finally, one day (after continuous yearly threats of "this is our last year here") my parents gave us the news that we were moving to Buenos Aires, Argentina. At the time, I thought it was the worst thing that could humanly happen to me. I hated everything about Argentina when we got there, I felt I didn't even understand what people were saying, but most of all, I hated explaining I was Peruvian, but didn't speak with a Peruvian accent or know pretty much anything about Peru. With time (heals all wounds, right?) I learned to love Buenos Aires for its true colors and made awesome friends which made me feel like I sort of belonged. Just around the time when I was finally getting my new name "shorshi" right, BAM! We had to move again. This time, it was feeling like a newbie in my own country for the second time. 

However, valuable lessons were already learned, and from then on, I pretty much embraced change and being new. After all, I figured, it all turns out OK at the end. Fast forward, I spent a long time in Peru regaining cultural norms, getting to know my chaotic family and learning the Peruvian way. Met the love of my life, finished school, finished my BA in Psychology, got married, starting teaching (which I loved) and finished my Masters in Education. And then, it was time for a move! My husband and I, decided to quit our super comfortable, great, but monotonous life for him to pursue his MBA at University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. 

So there I was being new, for the first time in the States. Which, oddly, I seemed to know more about than others countries I lived in before (international school upbringing #thirdculturekid).  Two incredible years, being jobless and practically penniless can really heighten your sense of creativity. Ann Arbor treated us well, and after the craziness of recruiting, interviews, and decisions, and oh, having a baby, we were headed to our new destination: Seattle. 

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Therefor, my current status, Mamá in Seattle.

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Oh, by the way, my name is Georgina, Georgie or George, although lately I'm: "mamamamamamama!".