Wondering Wanderer

Week Notes Vol 31

December 07, 2019

It was inside internationational terminal at SFO on my way to Austria when I suddenly got that feeling of belonging. I couldn’t at first put my finger on it but then I realized it was the variety of languages that had replaced the usual monotony of English. There was German, Russian, Polish, Chinese, Finnish and occasional English. And it felt very comfy and homey to me. Don’t get me wrong - I like living in the states but sometimes I miss the variety of languages. My usual mix is just three - English, Estonian and Spanish.

I’ve been following JBD’s thread on origin on Twitter and although my story is quite different I can relate. My accent is barely noticeable but not distinct enough to point to a specific country or region. There are times when I do not want to disclose where I am from because then I have to endure the discussion about eastern European sterotypes. Then again there are times when due to other people’s bias I receive preferential treatment because I am not an American. There is no winning - nor is there no solid answer where am I from. Where was I born? Where have I spent most of my adult life? Which one of these questions am I answering?

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Katrin Valdre

Written by Katrin Valdre who has a permanent address in Portland, OR but does not believe in one physical location. You should follow her on Twitter