As a full-time nomad, I get asked a simple question all the time - “where are you from”?
And somehow, even after years of living on the road, I still often pause, confounded, running through all the possible answers in my head: where I was born? my ethnicity? where I grew up? where I lived the longest as an adult? where I lived right before I moved into my rv? where I just came from before this current location?
All of those answers are very different, very far apart, in physical locations but even more so, mental locations. The places themselves are rarely significant on their own; it’s what we did while we were there, the associated personal development, emotions and decisions. Mine seem to have a wide variation, with many places, memories, options to pick from... so maybe I hesitate b/ I think it’s extra important to pick the right answer, the right *from* to indicate the right *me*?
But I know that’s just my overthinking, trying to oversimplify for a simple-but-not question. All of those from’s and all of those me’s are no more or less right. I’m from all of it, and all of it made me who/where I am right now. And the here and now is a pretty darn good place to be.
So I still don’t have an obvious or concise answer; and I’ll probably still pause a bit at this question, depending on who’s asking. Our from’s do define us in many ways, and that’s why we ask each other when we meet. That might make me harder to pinpoint and define, but I increasingly appreciate this feeling that I am a product of many from’s + all the places, people, memories and lessons that connect them.
And to partially answer the question, at least a more common variation of it - I lived in Boston right before I moved into my rv 🚐
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