If you ask me where I'm from you'll get one of two answers. First I'll try to blow off your inquiry with the abrupt "I've lived a couple places" and we'd move on to other topics of conversation. However if you show confusion/interest, I'll give you the elevator pitch that would probably lead to us going out to coffee to continue the conversation. But we aren't in an elevator are we? So here it is.
I'm American, Brazilian, Italian, and some other nationalities that you'd think would add to the exoticness of "me" but really only serve as excuses to eat more delicious foods on random holidays. Like my father alway says, "You can always find a way to blame my parents." It's there fault that we moved back and forth between the U.S. and Brazil so many times that by the age of fifteen I'd already attended fourteen schools. Now looking back, I don't mind that my parents "fault" in wanting to show me their cultures caused me to be raised in Cape Cod, Boston, West Palm Beach, Memphis, Paris, Sao Paulo, Minas Gerais, and Caraguatatuba.
Still, all that moving wasn't enough because I decided to stop blaming my parents but myself instead and attended the world's first traveling high school. I was a teenager spending my last two years of high school living my own adventure in India, Tanzania, Japan, Qatar, New Zealand, Costa Rica, and Greece. Even now that I'm a college student studying the classified in Florida surrounded by planes and race cars, I still don't hesitate to pop on a plane to places like Israel. So suitcases are my life.
My curiosity knows no bounds. I'm a sarcastic seeker of nonsense, an aggressively ambitious narcissist, and young adult who "wings" things she probably shouldn't. Welcome to something that I don't know exactly what it is yet.
Side note: Love the smell of coffee, but despise the taste...As you can see, I'm a "perfect" example of a Brazilian. Also, I can recognize a good cigar when I see one, so make sure it's Cuban.
Right now I'm in Daytona Beach, Florida.