First at all, thanks a lot for stopping by this blog. I’m starting this project with the help of one the most important people I have ever met. I guess I can finally understand what it means when somebody says you can see the world sometimes through someone else’s eyes. I hope that one day I will be able to give as much I have received in life from family and friends and even strangers, like love and companionship, trust, patience, dedication, sacrifice, values, a place to live, a name, knowledge and wisdom… This project is not just about myself or the things I can make or the places I can go, but it will be about growing for myself and for everyone around me, so I hope you can stick with me through this journey…
When I chose the Ocelot as my nickname, I realized how much I love animals. My mom always thought that one day I might be a veterinarian or somehow working with animals, but life is uncertain and the closest thing I ever got to working with animals was in an animal shelter for a short period of time…but that is part of another story.
My story begins in Peru, where I was born in a mountain city next to the Andes, called Huancayo. The name comes from the Huanca Quechua word “Wankayuq”, which means “place with a sacred rock”. It’s a growing city nowadays with almost 400,000 people. We lived there until I was 12 years old, then we moved to Oxapampa, a small town in the high jungle area where I spent almost 12 years. I then moved to Lima (the capital), before I decided to come to the United States.
I think moving changed my point of view on many things: places, people, culture and overall about life. I realized that the world I was living in was only as wide or narrow as I wanted it to be. So who I am? I have to say there is no answer to that, because I’m only now learning that the more I discover about new places, people, and experiences, the more I realize that I didn’t know much about myself. So for now I ‘ll just be the Ocelot.