I never know what to answer when folk ask where I am from. I’m from Scotland, of course – I’ve lived here for the last 17 years, and that’s my usual answer. But sometimes folk want to know where I came from, and that gets more tricky.
I was born in Bedford in the south of England, but we moved a couple of times and ended up in Derbyshire before I was 5. So sometimes I feel as if that is where I am really from, because my formative years were spent there. But we moved to the Isle of Wight when I was 14, and my parents are still there, so other times I (grudgingly) admit that the Island’s my real home (did you see my eyes roll when I typed that?).
But at a far deeper level I don’t identify as English at all. My father’s Cornish, and the Cornish are a proud race. So if you ask me where I feel as if I am from, that’s where I really feel I am from. Just like my cup says (Kernow is Cornish for Cornwall).
This post was inspired by Wendy’s recent post.