Sick, and where I come from
We were all going to go somewhere exciting for a long weekend this weekend, but both my father and I are sick from maybe drinking water on the mountain last weekend.... and it's raining. So right now, especially since my sister is at a friend's house, it's nice to just have the bed to myself and lie here with my computer. God, I'm a boring person. Anyways.
I've been thinking about this for a while. Because when people ask me where I grew up, or where I come from, it's always a little strange to answer. Firstly: when I'm not in Switzerland or somewhere else, I live in Massachusetts. But in about a year from now, I'll probably go to college in Oregon, unless certain people succeed in convincing me to live in Pennsylvania instead. My mother's family is from New Zealand, so I have dual citizenship there, and my father's family... I don't know. They don't count right now, other than that I try to spend a week in Tennessee a year. When I was... not that much younger, we spent three months in Rwanda, where I consider a lot of growing up to have happened. Like, a lot. So sometimes I say that I grew up part-time in Africa.
My mother had this problem, too. She was born ten days after her family moved to Minnesota from New Zealand, then went to Hawaii, England, Niger, Ethiopia, New Zealand, New Hampshire, and Thailand to do the rest of her growing up. So now she just says "oh, here and there."
And let's be honest, the real reason I'm writing this is because I'm bored and sick in bed and slightly delirious So have a good Friday and weekend, everyone!
I've been thinking about this for a while. Because when people ask me where I grew up, or where I come from, it's always a little strange to answer. Firstly: when I'm not in Switzerland or somewhere else, I live in Massachusetts. But in about a year from now, I'll probably go to college in Oregon, unless certain people succeed in convincing me to live in Pennsylvania instead. My mother's family is from New Zealand, so I have dual citizenship there, and my father's family... I don't know. They don't count right now, other than that I try to spend a week in Tennessee a year. When I was... not that much younger, we spent three months in Rwanda, where I consider a lot of growing up to have happened. Like, a lot. So sometimes I say that I grew up part-time in Africa.
My mother had this problem, too. She was born ten days after her family moved to Minnesota from New Zealand, then went to Hawaii, England, Niger, Ethiopia, New Zealand, New Hampshire, and Thailand to do the rest of her growing up. So now she just says "oh, here and there."
And let's be honest, the real reason I'm writing this is because I'm bored and sick in bed and slightly delirious So have a good Friday and weekend, everyone!