Where are you from?
It's one of the first questions people ask you when you are first introduced, especially now that I am living in France as soon as my accent is detected and my origins need to be confirmed. I usually struggle with this question and oddly my answer usually tends to be Texas. Why Texas you might ask? I know I grew up in Ohio and honestly that is where I have lived a great deal of my short life, but it honestly doesn't feel like home anymore. Because, for me, home is where the people I love are. I haven't really spent much time in Ohio since I was 15, and it is hard for me to really connect with it anymore. Since then, I lived in France for a year, went back to Ohio for a year, went to Boston for 3 years for school, and the last year I've been living in France and will live here for another year. But when I go home on vacation I usually am going to Texas, as my parents and sisters live there so for me that seems to be a definition of home.
But honestly, I'm not really from Texas, I don't share the local accent, my Texan culture is zero to none - I don't even know the Texan pledge of allegiance, and I have only spent time in Austin and the San Antonio region. But saying I still am from Ohio, while my family is in Texas (living and loving), makes me feel farther apart from them than I already am. My Texan compromise is my way of holding a shred of normalcy in my life. It's my way of still being a part of my family. It's my way of gluing together the disparity that is my life and my family's life.