My story begins when I met my husband, Carlos, in Germany. I was camping there with my family and he was just transferred there to a military base from the United States. His story intrigued me as well since he came from Nicaragua to the U.S. at the age of eight with his family when the country was going through a lot of unrest. Ultimately the idea was for Carlos to go back to the U.S. and get his college degree after his discharge and then we would move back to Europe, preferably in the Netherlands, to start our life. But we ended settling in southern California and raising two boys because I love it here. We have been here for 25 years now. I have lived in this country now longer than the country of my birth, but there will always be this feeling of “floating” in between. People here say I am still very European in my ways but when in Europe I feel I am too American. I believe that is the true beauty of an immigrant, being adaptable to where life places you and embracing what that country means to you and what you can be for that country.