In 2008 I was a wildly successful actress (okay, mildly, but you can read it upside down) and an 18-year-old sophomore at Columbia University (well, 38). Propped up on my cherry red scooter, I would zip my way to class or my film set down and up the streets of Manhattan, topped off with a canary yellow helmet. (Tip: if you are going to ride a scooter in NYC, wear bright colors!) I had friends and social events and life was busy and wonderful. Then one day my boyfriend said, “let’s get married and move to Africa.” Well, it was a bit more romantic than that, but he is Canadian, so well, no, that was actually how it went (he’s taught me–still teaching me–the beauty of subtlety). As a UN employee he’s expected to work all over the globe. By hitching to his wagon I knew life was going to be different, but I had no idea just how hard it was going to be (throw in instant motherhood to a 2 year-old who stole my heart and will forever keep it), how I would never again sleep without the red dirt of Uganda running through my veins, how different the meaning of culture would become (I would’ve never imagined how much I’d miss a good burger), how much it would change me and how I would never be able to go back to the girl/woman I had been (not necessarily, in anyway actually, a bad thing). As my hubby continues to tell me, we only grow when we put ourselves out of our comfort zone. Two years in East Africa and now drinking lattes in Rome and who knows where we’ll land next. This is a place to share my adventures, my photography, and the stories I’ve told and heard along the way. Enjoy. Sabrina
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