I’ve always been a bit of an unusual, unconventional person.
I started becoming a very independent thinker when I first attended university to study my Bachelor of Journalism.
I learnt so much about the world and the way it operates. The rich and the poor and the governments that make them, the power of education and the small-mindedness of so many Westerners.
Looking back, I guess I was never going to meet and fall in love with an Australian man because it was just not me (but then again I never expected to fall in love with a Nepalese man either).
Anyway, back at uni I I liked to drink and party like all the other ‘cool kids’ but I found I was not talking about what other normal girls would chat about like guys, parties and sex (ok there was a bit of that hehe!)
But instead, I found myself talking about social justice issues, politics, human rights, refugees, corruption, wars and, ultimately, I had a thirst to find out more about ‘the other side of the story’- the stories of people suffering, those without a voice.
What was happening in Sudan, Cambodia or Pakistan was of more interest to me than what happened at last night’s party.
I’ve learnt to appreciate how lucky we are to be born into a free place like Australia and I’m not the type of person to complain about high taxes and all the government’s misdealings simply because I know how other people in the world have it.
It was pretty expected that I would thrive in an area like journalism because most journalists are worldly types of people who get into journalism because they want to give a voice to the victims.
As part of my journey, I made some very good friends who thought like me. Friends who cared about stuff in the world that no-else cared about and actually did something about it, even if it’s just in a small way.
These people have played a big part in shaping the person I am today.
They have not judged me for falling in love with a brown man and in many ways, have been my rock through all the hard times (but that’s a topic for my next post).
Even though I’m not a well-travelled person, my love for other cultures and experiences is immense.
I really want to help the people of Nepal who have not been born into a life of opportunity like I have.
My life has been personally enriched my meeting Rabindra but I’m also thankful that I get to be a part of this amazing culture and their people.
Nearly every day I think about how I can make a difference in Nepal.
For now, I’m not sure exactly what that will be and how is the best way to do it.
Even though I haven’t visited there yet (and I’ve been warned countless times about culture shock which I’m sure I will experience), I feel now, that no matter what happens to me, my heart belongs to Nepal.
I’m forever indebted to Nepal. It’s the place that gave me the person who makes me smile absolutely every day.