Where are you from?

I am starting to dread this question. I have received more than a few quizzical looks when I answer. That is, when I actually give an answer. It inevitably ends with me giving a cliff note version of my personal history. More information than either party was really interested in discussing.


When I first started traveling overseas, people would usually guess that I was from the States before I even said a word. How? The brand labels on my clothing and travel gear. Not a reliable criteria for guessing where a person might be from anymore. Buchanan Street in Glasgow has two Gap stores within a block.

My observation is that I am now judged solely on my accent (at least, their opinion of the locality of that accent). If my answer to their question strays from that judgement, they stare at me. I assume they are contemplating if I am being sarcastic or lying.

It does not bother me that most people consider me American as soon as I start to speak. It is true. I have spent the majority of my life living in the States. I was born there. It just isn't the whole picture for me. Having also lived in Canada and having Canadian family, I feel a strong connection to Canada as well as the States. Just to set the record straight, my allegiance will always be with Canada when it comes to hockey.

Now I am trying to make the transition from tourist to resident of another country, another city, another community. So, where am I from? My family. If you want one place on the map, I am at a loss. I have not figured out if I am a nomad at heart or have not found soft ground to grow roots. But as I write that last statement, I know that is a lie. I do have roots. I have amazing, loving family and friends in each place I have lived.

If I am forced to give a geographical answer, I say the south side of Glasgow. Time is flying by and the daffodils are about to steal the spotlight from the crocuses at Queen's Park. I am busy trying to find my place in the working world. My goal is to keep some of the tourist mentality. There are so many fun places to explore and new experiences to be had. In the past, I have tended to forget about putting on the "tourist hat" every once in awhile and exploring my backyard. Not anymore!