18
Today marks eighteen years since I came to the U.S. with my family. I am a citizen of this country; I vote locally and nationally; both places that I call home are here. But I still don’t feel American. On the other hand, I don’t identify with any other single nation either.
This is neither positive nor negative; it just is. Actually, I kind of like this lack of an unequivocal anchor.
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