Musings and meanderings

I was born in Bucharest, Romania, where I lived until my early twenties when I immigrated to the United States. Like every uprooted individual (perhaps even more so, one coming from a former Communist block), I struggled with culture shock. Feeling wildly misplaced, I had to adapt to everything from learning new rules of engagement with people and having no command of the English language to being perceived as an outsider, the unusual sweetness of vegetables and the unbearable humidity of Miami. A longing for…