The weather has shifted and we’re now firmly in fall, but I’m headed to Greece for the very first time, and it felt appropriate to have a bit of a throwback moment to warmer days. It seems this summer everyone was in Mykonos or one of the many islands that beckon with their siren songs of summer. Greece has always been on my “to go” list, but I’ve been firmly planted in New York until now.
This is what I imagined I would be wearing, as the sun raged overhead and I was spending days wandering whitewashed streets. As I venture towards Greece I can’t help but wonder what it will be like. Will it remind me of Italy? Where I spent so much of my younger years. Will it be closer to Tunisia, a place I visited once but fell in love with so quickly. What will the food taste like? Who will the strangers remind me of back home?
I know I’ve spent most of this year longing for adventure. For a taste of something new. I moved across town in New York, trading in the neighborhood I’ve called home for 4 years for something new. An upgrade, as I like to think of it. I’ve launched a perfume line, and I have smaller projects in the works. Maybe I’ll finally publish the collection of short stories I’ve had stashed away in my desk. As I head to Greece, a land so storied and fabled, I can’t help but wonder what’s to come next in this odyssey.