Upon opening my school email account today, I found a message from the yearbook staff asking me about my hometown.

Uh… I don’t really have one.  My dad’s a marine, we move every three years so I’ve never really chosen a home “town”.  When people ask me where I’m from, I say “America” because, well, it’s true.  When they ask me to be more specific, I say Virginia because that is the state where my heart belongs.  When they ask me where my family is, I can tell them California, but I’ve only personally lived there for three months, my family’s been there for a year.  When they ask me where I lived most recently I loathe to tell them because… I don’t want to be considered from there.

I don'thavea hometown, I think of my life differently.  I think of who I was in each place of my life.  Choosing one would be denying a part of who I am and I’m too INFJ (apparently) to not fully explain myself.

So… I’m from my mother’s womb.  I’m from God’s Green Earth.