A little over 18 years ago, I was born on the coast of Sicily in a town called Catania.

We lived on a military base called Sigonella. Thinking back on my time living in Sicily, there is nothing but good memories. Being close to the beach meant we could spend every weekend there — soaking up the sun, eating ice cream, swimming in crystal clear water, creating unforgettable moments.

My family and I lived in Sicily for 2 years then my dad got stationed in North Carolina and that was my very first time entering the U.S.

We then got moved back to Sicily and when I turned 5 we got moved to Maryland and this time it was to stay. My dad retired from the navy and I have lived in Maryland ever since so yes, a majority of my childhood takes place in Maryland, where I live now, but my first ever memories are in Sicily and that will forever feel like home.

My years in Maryland have been great but my excitement to finally travel outside the U.S. again and return to Sicily is extreme. The itinerary for the voyage so far includes visiting our old house, going to the beach (duh,) and meeting up with our old neighbors and dear friends. The plans for each day are very loose ended so the possibilities are infinite. The trip is bound to include great food, tons of photos, family bonding, and nostalgia.

Although Sicily does not contain any family members, it contains the memory of me riding my first bike without training wheels (and falling shortly after,) it contains the very first house I have ever lived in, it has my old friends and also new experiences just waiting for me.

Sicily will always be home to me and my return there will undoubtedly be the highlight of my summer.