I am from Cabbage Patch Dolls and Barbie dolls, from board games and dancing to 45s.
I am from a small house with a huge backyard, and a beloved giant tree there to climb. From shared bedrooms, one shower, and rooms just for guests. From shag rug carpet, and beige, beige, beige. From homemade meals, and honey desserts and big family dinners .
I am from gardens filled with green beans, tomatoes and zucchini. I am from a backyard filled with roses, and lilacs that fill the air with their magnificent scent. From swing sets and picnic tables and riding bikes up and down the driveway.
I am from church on Sundays and huge family holidays, from hours spent watching the NBA finals and Wimbledon and from long weekend drives through the country, pointing out farm animals and eating soft ice cream cones in the baby blue Thunderbird.
I am from piles of books, and Walkmans screaming Concrete Blonde. From Pong and Donkey Kong and hours losing at Risk.
I am from practical jokers and funny business, from family comes first and worst case scenarios. From hard work is everything and always remember where you came from. I am from forty years of the family business and everyone pays their dues.
I’m from a small city in Ontario and a smaller village in Greece, from olives and baklava to spinach pies and endless Greek food.
From my dad’s endless bottles of Old Spice, the just in case safety pin on my mom’s beloved cardigans, and the endless hours of fighting, laughing, crying with four very different siblings.
I am from rooms filled with family photos, and photo albums with memories of the old country.
This is me. This is where I’m from.