It’s occurred to me recently that people other than my parents read this. It’s also occurred to me that people other than my parents might find the whole thing kind of confusing. Who am I? Where do I come from?
So here are some frequently asked questions (‘frequently’ and ‘asked’ both being rhetorical devices in this context):
Who are you?
OK, so I don’t get asked this often in real life (I can only think of one super awkward first date that got that metaphysical), but since I have managed to write this blog with very few pictures of myself, it’s maybe a valid question. I am a nearly 30 year old female person.
Where are you from?
Lots of places. Nowhere. I was raised in a collection of Pacific Rim airport terminals.
No, but where are you actually from?
I think when you’re in your late 20s, the best way to divine ‘hometown’ is to identify the place where the plurality of your friends’ weddings are located. In which case: Christchurch, New Zealand. But I live in Washington, DC for now.
How can one get in touch with you?
Easy! Via electronic mail!