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Posted by on Mar 15, 2013 in Blog, Change, Relocation, Travel |

I Don’t Know Where I “Live”

Where do I live? I don’t know.

I could launch into a lengthy response, but I might bore you or make you think that I’m showing off. So I opt for simplicity and choose a response based on one of the following:

  1. Where are the majority of my material possessions located right now?
  2. Where do my online accounts say my permanent address is right now?
  3. Where have I spent the majority of my time in the last month?

If you asked me where I live in the past year, I may have told you New York, Colombia, Pennsylvania, or Chicago. If you continue to engage me a bit further, you may find out more details, come to your own conclusion and correct me. Oh, so you really live in [fill in the blank]I didn’t mean to deceive you. I just didn’t know your criteria for belonging to a place.

Yet, I suppose you will be right. After all, you aren’t the one confused about whether or not you ‘live” in the community you currently physically inhabit. I can see that it makes sense to you that you can tell me I don’t live in your community. Still, at any given point, I have to live somewhere, right? I can’t tell you I live “nowhere”. It sounds confusing, staged, and pretentiously vague. I could just say someplace, anyplace other than where I am to simplify things, but that would involve me doing a very curious thing…telling you that I live in a place different than the one I think I actually live.

Ah, the “where do I live” conundrum.

Does it matter that I have a clear answer to that question? Not really. I will go about my day whether or not you think I live in your town or not. I find it fascinating, however, the question about when one has the right to call a place home and lay claim to it. There are unspoken codes. There are rites of passage. There are layers of verification. I don’t get to decide.

Where do you live? Where are you from? Ah, my friend, let’s talk for five minutes and you can tell me.