Warning: This post may contain strong notions of nostalgia and love for the Mediterranean life.
It’s been one month since we climbed on a plane and flew away from you. Hold up, scratch that. That was pathetic. Don’t expect me to get all cheesy. This isn’t quotes from a romantic film. This is simply a reflection of past days, an eternal gratitude for having a dual nationality, and an appreciation for living on the fantastic island of Cyprus for nine years of my life. Read on, I dare you.
Well, with the Sunshine being my constant companion, my days in Cyprus were bright, vibrant and colourful… but as the Sun always sets, there were periods of darkness too, shadows of something less fortunate and alleys that led to nowhere but a dead-end. Combinations of love, hope, elation, rage, grief, disappointment, indifference, and frustration was there. Get real, we face challenges regardless of whether you live on a Mediterranean island or not. Nonetheless, a fraction of my life has been stretched across the perimeters of you, within your Beaches, the fields and the houses of relatives. I called you my home, with your culture running through my blood, your hospitality exuding through my character and your passion for food etching within my personality.
Being an adventurer, I love to travel. Exploring this sweet island of mine was an adventure in itself, even if I was only discovering 9,250 square kilometres of this world. Now that I’m in England, that statistic is increasing, along with more of my global travels, and the travels to come in the future. Cyprus has shaped my childhood, has moulded me into another person that I would not have been if I had stayed in the UK. So, why is this island so important to me? I cannot answer you. To live in a place like Cyprus is living in a holiday destination, only I am not a tourist. I was living on a postcard… A beautiful, picturesque postcard. I was educated there, and I was welcomed there. That’s special. It is a place where the humidity was stifling, the air swirled with cigarette smoke and the fresh smells of the salty Sea, and lest we forget, the aroma of food; Our lifeline, our everything.
To conclude: Who am I?
I am a reflection of two diverse nationalities. A mirror into two dimensions of civilisation. I am a TCK- a Third Culture Kid. I’m just another girl who is made of two parts of the world, two cultures, two ideals, parallels and polarities. I am a product of two lifestyles strung together by Fate’s industrious hands. Can I fully explain who I am? To you, I’m just a British Cypriot who has alternated between both countries in the 18 years of my life. To me, I am a new version of two places. There have been days of isolation and days of craving memories that are long gone. Fragments of a Universe of opportunities, and times that are over. I told you this wouldn’t be cheesy, but I guess I was wrong. Come and talk to me of my lands, and I may just smile, laugh or cry. Expect anything. Expect all three.
There are no borders to how much I miss Cyprus, but the more I miss that place, the more I realize that England is a part of my DNA too. It’s cultivation run though my veins too, affecting the way I think, speak and do. Let’s hope you aren’t a place shrouded in mystery in my future, dear Cyprus. Life is marvellous. Life is colourful. Life is dismal. No matter where I am, England or Cyprus…or hopefully somewhere else, I am content knowing that I will be led by the One who can make my trust without borders, restrictions and limits. This Gap Year is going to be fun. I can sense it.
So, will I miss you, Cyprus? Decide that for yourself.
your faithful citizen,
Emilia Alice Djiapouras.