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:
- Where are the majority of my material possessions located right now?
- Where do my online accounts say my permanent address is right now?
- 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.