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Posted on 17 September 2008 at 6:44 by vika. Categories: self.

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.

1 comment.

fahmi
Comment on September 17th, 2008.

I feel the same way, and I just passed my 23-year mark. Most times, I like the feel of not being anchored, and consider myself a “Child of the World” (Kipling). But there are times when I feel a little detached, and that’s when I think more about “Man Without a Country” (Hale) and wish otherwise. It’s nice to have the flexibility, though.

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