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Who Am I? A New Yorker, a Wanderer, and Something Else Entirely



I’ve been asked this question often: Who are you? It’s one of those questions that seems simple, but the moment you try to answer, you find yourself lost in a maze of stories, roles, and contradictions. Who am I? I’m the girl who grew up in the Bronx, listening to Frank Sinatra croon about doing things his way while I was figuring out mine. I’m the woman who walks city streets, head high, dodging tourists with the ease of someone who’s been at this game her whole life.

But then again, I’m not just that.

I’m the traveler who’s wandered through foreign streets, from Istanbul’s bustling markets to a rainy day in Berlin, always looking for that hidden café or corner that tells the true story of a place. The search, the endless curiosity—that’s who I am. I don’t just visit places; I explore them like they’re fragments of myself I’ve yet to meet.

At home, I’m the mom of a teenage son who finds joy in war history and anime, a dachshund owner who fears the hawk circling overhead, and a leader who tries to make sense of the nonprofit world without losing my sense of humor (or my sanity). And still, that’s only part of the answer.

I’m a psychologist who listens for a living. But beyond listening to others, I’ve spent a lifetime listening to the voices in my own head—voices that shout out dreams, anxieties, and the occasional witty retort. I analyze the world around me, question its absurdities, and write about them in a blog that has become both a therapy session and a reflection of the ongoing, ever-complicated question of who I am.

But here’s the thing: the moment you think you’ve figured out who you are, life throws something unexpected your way. A twist. A new adventure. Or maybe just the whisper of a new idea. And so, the answer shifts, becoming something more elusive, mysterious.

Am I the Scooby-Doo fan who loves a good mystery, or am I the mystery itself? The truth is, I’m still discovering who I am—one blog post, one journey, one quiet moment at a time. Maybe the better question isn’t “Who am I?” but “Who will I become?”

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