Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Who am I?
Who do I know for sure -?- that I am? What defines us? What is in our ID? The first questions we answer when we meet somebody? Or are those just labels? Facts?
I am Female.
30 years old.
Born in Geneva - Switzerland.
1 year in Khartoum - Soudan.
15 years in Athens - Greece.
2 years in Ferney Voltaire - France - where I finished school.
Optics and Optometry studies while working at an Optician and baby sitting.
Beaux Arts entry exam passed.
I love to travel.
Speak 4 languages -okay, I haven't practiced Spanish for years but the info is there lol.
Tomboy: used to be in soccer, basketball, sailing and horse riding team.
Also did ballet -hated it but love dancing- played tennis, surfed.
Now I occasionally horse ride and do yoga.
What are those informations tell you about me?
I traveled a lot.
I made scientific studies.
Interest in Arts.
Work a lot.
Bored easily, so new hobbies and new techniques seeker.
That is how is started knitting - out of pure boredom, curiosity and fascination when I looked at all the possibilities! As I am driven by color the only natural thing was when I discovered that you can dye and spin your own yarn, I had to try it.
So here I am,
I have my work (which I chose), my home (which is warm), my family (which I love), my small business (which I am proud of) and yet somehow I want to scream. To scream to society, to say how bored I am to my very core of this lifestyle and what a waste of time and energy it is. Something is boiling and building up inside of me...
...and I want to Rebel!
May I present you "F*ckaccino"!