Lj Idol 10 - Week 7 - Where I'm From
This is a very short but (to me at least) a very emotional piece. I hope you enjoy.
Where I’m From
I come from my family.
My father was military so I’m not from one place. I was born in a town called Chertsey in Surrey, England but that’s not where I’m from.
I’m from a big, crazy family that’s full of noise and love.
My mother is Irish. I guess some people would say that makes me half Irish. And I guess I am. I feel the pull of a country I’ve been to once. The song of the Emerald Isle is in my heart. I cried when I first saw Riverdance live. My mother is the rock of the family, the matriarch of her side, everyone looks to her for help. And she is never further than a phone call away.
My father is a quarter Scottish and again I feel the pull of that land in my heart as well. My father with his strong calloused hands and his ability to fix almost anything.
My family is where I’m from, much more nurture than nature. They shaped me, they moulded me into who I am.
My older sister with her hard exterior, not warm but so loving nevertheless. So strong and beautiful. And bossy.
My older brother, military himself now, so often away and blessedly, for now, physically unharmed. He was my protector at school. Now he protects the country as well.
My baby sister, who’s not a baby anymore. She came into my life when I was 7, red faced and screaming and has been, truly, my best friend ever since.
There are other as well, 2 brothers in law, a sister in law, nieces, nephews, cousins that are more like siblings. All part of this crazy big family.
Any one of them I could go to in a crisis.
They are where I’m from.
Even the late comers.
Like my second brother-in-law, who held my hand through the window of my crashed car.
My sister in law who was the second person I thought of when I found out I was pregnant, I needed her doctor head.
My first brother in law who sent me a constant stream of jobs when I was looking and who is always pleased to see me when I drop by.
My cousin and his wife who put me up when I was in London, who I can stay up talking to till the small hours of the morning, one either side of me.
I have family in Australia, South Africa, America. I have friends who feel like family in Scotland and America. Little pieces of my heart scattered around the globe.
That’s where I’m from, from all of them, from each and every one who has touched my life and shaped me into who I am now.
Where I’m From
I come from my family.
My father was military so I’m not from one place. I was born in a town called Chertsey in Surrey, England but that’s not where I’m from.
I’m from a big, crazy family that’s full of noise and love.
My mother is Irish. I guess some people would say that makes me half Irish. And I guess I am. I feel the pull of a country I’ve been to once. The song of the Emerald Isle is in my heart. I cried when I first saw Riverdance live. My mother is the rock of the family, the matriarch of her side, everyone looks to her for help. And she is never further than a phone call away.
My father is a quarter Scottish and again I feel the pull of that land in my heart as well. My father with his strong calloused hands and his ability to fix almost anything.
My family is where I’m from, much more nurture than nature. They shaped me, they moulded me into who I am.
My older sister with her hard exterior, not warm but so loving nevertheless. So strong and beautiful. And bossy.
My older brother, military himself now, so often away and blessedly, for now, physically unharmed. He was my protector at school. Now he protects the country as well.
My baby sister, who’s not a baby anymore. She came into my life when I was 7, red faced and screaming and has been, truly, my best friend ever since.
There are other as well, 2 brothers in law, a sister in law, nieces, nephews, cousins that are more like siblings. All part of this crazy big family.
Any one of them I could go to in a crisis.
They are where I’m from.
Even the late comers.
Like my second brother-in-law, who held my hand through the window of my crashed car.
My sister in law who was the second person I thought of when I found out I was pregnant, I needed her doctor head.
My first brother in law who sent me a constant stream of jobs when I was looking and who is always pleased to see me when I drop by.
My cousin and his wife who put me up when I was in London, who I can stay up talking to till the small hours of the morning, one either side of me.
I have family in Australia, South Africa, America. I have friends who feel like family in Scotland and America. Little pieces of my heart scattered around the globe.
That’s where I’m from, from all of them, from each and every one who has touched my life and shaped me into who I am now.