Travel: Dear Daddy

Zahrah Perry

Dear Daddy

It’s been over two months that I’m living in Rome now and I’m writing to you to let you know your youngest is doing quite fine. She has settled in and this foreign land has now become home.

They say home is where the heart is, but the heart is all the way on a surf board, waiting for my return. I think you’d like him…

Although I never had as many years with you as I would have liked, I know that I am very much still a “Daddy’s Girl”. I am more like you than I would have imagined and I guess it’s exciting for Mum to watch, despite that I know it scares the shit out of her. I have your gypsy soul; consistently hungry for new adventures, hungry to be amazed and see the World in its purest form. I have your bravery, your liberal views and willingness to open your heart to a life which is anything but “normal”.

Remember when we would sit trying to piece together those 1500 piece puzzles? Well, my life is quite like those pieces- slowly, I am managing to piece together my life and so the picture becomes ever so clearer. I have managed to remove myself from a pretentious, materialistic lifestyle which has overwhelmed a country’s youth amongst a mishmash of political distress and corruption. Perhaps, it’s my very own Sin City and Italy has become my Mexico; over into the border and chasing my horizon.

I cannot begin to explain what it means to be in a space where you can “breathe”, really breathe, but I’m sure you can relate from all your adventures- you can wander without a care in the World. With a new space, you are transported back in time to your childlike senses. I say “childlike” as your environment is a shiny toy which makes strange sounds. However, as with any new place, strange sounds become single words, words become sentences and those streets soon become familiar places. You end up finding yourself giving directions to tourists, fluently ordering food in your Borat-Italian accent and immersing yourself as a local.

I am blessed for these experiences, not by the grace of God, but the sheer will of self-motivation to keep learning in the most experiential way possible; something I wasn’t going to receive working inside an office for 9 hours a day. I admire the corporate industry’s work ethic, yet the sickening thought of strengthening the foundations of someone else’s dream into a reality, is exactly that…sickening. Instead, I have decided to be selfish and grow on my own terms while meeting the most incredible new friends, and keeping close with the very few old ones, beyond the distance.

Leaving has meant learning to struggle on all on my own again. It has meant rediscovering my independence and truly testing my self-assurance that I often harp about in my posts. It has meant learning to understand and appreciate our differences as people of the World and most importantly, it has taught me patience and sensitivity to those around me.

Humanistic qualities are rare to hone when we are consumed by “Life” instead of consuming our lives with the meaning of life itself. These qualities are not ones which you can purchase with your hard-earned salary but rather adding or subtracting a new variable to your life. It may mean quitting your job, travelling alone or exploring what it truly means to go “offline”. On the other hand, it could mean something as simple as finding a hobby you are passionate about as hobbies often turn into careers.

So Daddy, thank you for teaching me that it’s okay to try a million different things as long as I remain responsible for myself and the outcomes of my choices. Thank you for allowing my inner child explorer to blossom as a young adult and lastly, thank you for meeting Mommy…No matter how strong we all are, we all need Mommy to share the pieces of our unfinished puzzles with.

This is my puzzle and well Daddy, although I haven’t pieced half of it yet, I wish you were here to see the beautiful picture I am creating every day.



by Zahrah Perry

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