I have this same problem. "Home" is usually wherever I happen to be, and where I'm from is usually relative to where I am when asked. It is a bit of a sad reminder that I don't really have any place I can call my "home town".
#1 - by Dot Matrix
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You're not alone. Have fun with it - make something up, say where you wish you were from, tell people "oh, all over" and change the subjectâ
#2 - by viceads
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whatever you want. Don't let your past and your parents' shortcomings and/or choices dictate your current or future life. That's the good and terrifying thing about being an adult - it's you, baby. No more excuses.
#3 - by viceads
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Today, I sit here utterly befuddled as I read something that has always been true of me, word for word, but has always been such an everyday fact of life that I never actually had the words. Today a simple paragraph from a stranger likely thousands of miles away helped me realize something about myself that now seems so simple, yet so important. I started this comment half an hour ago, and I can't seem to finish. I keep staring off into space pondering the implications. To think something so simple, so random, has helped me this much is such a small amount of time. More than months therapy, or medication, or struggling to communicate with those who love me. I feel like I'm closer to answering that question, and I hope that you are too. Thank you. Move, thank you so much. I feel like I need to tell you my whole story, that I need to tell you of every time someone asked me this question, and of the anxiety that flooded me every time. Of the irrational resentment for these people for this endless question. Today I rambled on the Internet. Both a day a ong many, and a day that sticks out bright on it's own. Thank you.
#4 - by Today
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