Today while watching the latest episode of The Bachelor (yes, I'm addicted and no, I'm not ashamed) I paid extra attention to where all of the girls were from. I started to think about where I am from, and I realized, I'm not really from anywhere. The longest I have lived anywhere collectively is California, if you combine two different groupings of time - and that only amounts to 5 years. 5 years only amounts to about 22.7% of my life. Where have I been the other 78.3%? And why does it matter where I have been?
The places I have lived have not made me who I am, the experiences I have had make me who I am. The only real roots that I can pinpoint are my family roots. My parents, sisters, cousins, grandparents and friends are really where I am from. Not California. People. Lately I have realized how important it is to associate with people that make you feel good about yourself, that make you want to be a better person, with people that love you. Praise the heavens for the great people I know, for they are who I am!
This picture is horrendously old, but I love it nevertheless.
