I still get asked, 'Where are you from?', and my answer is always dependant on who's asking and their reasons for asking. I have felt, sometimes, like I have no homeland. The country that raised me, classifies me a foreigner and the one where I was born labels me 'a person of other origin'. So, Home is with my family. But I'll be eternally grateful to the island that housed, nurtured and continues to inspire me.
     The writer. After too many years of working and studying to get better paid jobs, I was made redundant from a job I both loved and loathed. At a lost at what I wanted to with my life the answer came from a free magazine I picked up from a London Underground station. In it was an  an article about a young mother who was doing a creative writing course while raising two small children. Light bulb moment!  I decided I could do the same. So, I applied, on a degree programme and started classes feeling way too confident.
     What followed was four challenging years but I was driven by two factors in my life. My children, who, though they didn't know it, I couldn't let down and the reassuring voice of my (deceased) maternal grandmother in my head. 
     I know the next path is never going to be any easier. In fact, it's going to be even harder because I have to face my biggest obstacle,  'the unknown'. But I'll not give up on my dreams, not while I'm living.