whichever you prefer. I'm from a small fishing village in the north of Israel. My dad was a fisherman, his dad was a fisherman, and here I am; an aspiring writer. You can imagine how well that conversation went. In my defense, writers also work with their hands.
When I was four years old, my family and I moved to New York City; it was a seamless transition. We wore overalls and sandals everywhere and everyone welcomed us with open arms (not quite actually; there was a big culture shock, but we seem to have acclimated well).
In addition to the fishermen, I also come from a family of restaurateurs, where learning to cook comes before learning to read or write. Thankfully, I eventually learned to do both and went on to earn a degree from Boston University. The transition from New York to Bahstan*was seamless; I wore overalls and sandals everywhere and everyone welcomed me with open arms (not quite actually; I mostly wore skinny jeans and Jordans).
Several semesters of studying economics and political science made me realize that I just wanted to dance (in my room, alone, in front of the mirror). I also realized that I wanted to make things and tell stories that either evoke some sense of emotion or make people chuckle to themselves (hopefully, I’ve managed that in this anecdote).
*The locals' pronunciation of Boston. Not to be confused with the former Soviet state that never existed.