I was born almost 26 years years ago to Serbian parents, whose grandparents are from Montenegro.
I was born in the above pictured town called Knin, a Serbian strong, the capital of Republika Srpska Krajina, which happens to be in the middle of Croatia. Knin itself connects Zagred, the Croatian capital to the very important coastline.
Due to the war in the region, we moved to Brisbane, Australia. In Brisbane, I was a lot more Serbian than I could imagine. The community is based around church and the traditional things long forgotten in the mother country. We danced folk dancing in our "nosnje" (national dress as pictured below). We sang patriotic songs, and learnt the language and Cyrillic script.
Through school and uni, I had many friends. Australian as far as they can trace, Greek, Persian, Asian, Guatemalan, Argentinian... Yet I still felt Serbian. Going back to Serbia in 2005 was a defining moment. I felt at home.
Then in 2007, I moved to Melbourne and settled in St Kilda. I love this place. I'm close enough to the CBD, the eclectic vibe of the neighbourhood, the glitz of South Yarra, the riches of Toorak.. and the rent is affordable.
I am married to a wonderful, tall, green eyed man. The love of my life. I met him 5 years ago and I fell in love with him, then I didn't see him for 4.5 years. When I saw him again I didn't waste any time in making him mine! He loves me just the way I am, whether my hair is dirty or clean. Whether I'm grumpy or embracing.
But I guess all this makes me Australian, because I travel with a Kangaroo & Emu passport...