Anthony Galli

Growing up, for the most part, geographically looks the same for most children. Living in the same town, or state for your childhood, knowing the same people since pre-kindergarten, having memories of this place that date back to when you were just in diapers. In my case, this was simply not the case. My father was in the armed forces before I was born, and long after. Already when I was born I was destined to be an army brat that moved a lot. And let me tell you, it was indeed, A LOT. Until high school, I moved every year of my life, sometimes twice a year. In my thirteen years of school, I went to a total of sixteen different schools. When telling this to people, it is usually followed with a response of “I am so sorry, that must have been so hard.” But I didn’t think of it that way, it made yearn to travel, so each move was a new adventure. It made me love getting to know about other cultures, so each move was a learning experience. And it made me cherish everyone and thing that I cross paths with, making me a better person each move. Not many can say their childhood consisted of living and emerging in cultures all around the world, but I love that mine was.