[ JILLIAN ]:
Ok, this is going to be a bit of a doozy. For me, places I lived in, and places I’ve travelled to, are two very separate entities even though a lot of the time, the places I lived in dictated where I travelled to, and vice versa.
Besides Nassau, my family and I lived in Beijing, China, then a few months in Cebu, Philippines (where my brother, Jackson, was born) after my Dad found out about the SARS outbreak while on a business trip (censorship in China prevented residents and citizens from getting any news about it), then we moved to Osaka, Japan, then Macau (its an hour away from Hong Kong by ferry), then Bali, Indonesia, then we transitioned to living in the Middle East, starting with Beirut, Lebanon then ending in Dubai, United Arab Emirates. Now, my family made the decision to head to the States after my Dad got an offer to work in Orlando, Florida.
In between all these homes, we visited the States every once in a while, particularly New York City, where my parents met and lived in before starting a family. Occasionally Florida or Colorado or Vegas to visit relatives, both from my Mom’s and Dad’s sides. The cool part about both my parents having worked in the hospitality industry for decades is that our summer vacations were always different. I remember travelling around the places we lived in, exploring our new home, but also getting away and going from, for example, tropical jungles to sand dunes to snowy mountains!
.