So my last post was about identity and I’m extending it to talk about my experience with nationalism.

What is a ‘homeland”?

I was born in another country and immigrated here when I was four years old. I basically grew up in here, and yet I don’t fully identify this place as my ‘homeland’. But when I think about my birth country I can’t exactly call it ‘home’ either, because I didn’t grow up there. My feelings of patriotism are lukewarm.

I suppose if my parents raised me to identify with either country this post wouldn’t exist. It’s kinda cool that I have a choice as an adult. It’s not on the top of my priority list and I actually think that’s a good thing. Love makes us blind, and I’d rather not love or have bias.

I am my own homeland. My homeland is me.