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: all this talk about New Zealand and Vietnam and Tennessee. Who am I? Where do I come from?
So here are some frequently asked questions, based on every conversation I’ve ever had with a stranger:
Who are you?
OK, so I don’t get asked this often, if ever, by strangers in real life, but since I have managed to write this blog with very few picture of myself, it’s maybe a valid question. I am a 27 year old female person with one passport issued by the USA and one by New Zealand, though I have a crisp, West Coast American accent, which tips the national identity balance in favor of the US.
And as for why there aren’t any pictures of me… I hate having my photo taken. Hate it. Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than being on the wrong end of a camera; holding what may have started as a natural smile for an unnatural period of time. Cameo photos are even worse, since I tend not to react well when I realize I’m being captured. So pretty much every photo of me looks like this:
Where are you from?
Lots of places. Nowhere.
No, where are you actually from?
See above. But if you’re really curious about specifics, here’s what the timeline looks like, broken down by the age I was:
- 0-12: Eugene, Oregon
- 12-16: Christchurch, New Zealand
- 16-17: Knoxville, Tennessee
- 18-21: Geneva, New York (though I’ve been told college doesn’t count)
- 22-23: Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
- 23-24: Washington, DC
- 24-26: Christchurch, New Zealand
- 26-27: Wellington, New Zealand
- 27-now: Washington, DC
- Future: somewhere else
Why are you writing a travel blog about the country you were born in?
Because this country is weird. Living in Oregon does not prepare you for life in Tennessee. Life in Tennessee does not prepare you for Washington, DC. It might as well be a different country. Plus, I’m one of those lucky people that never lived anywhere long enough to consider it home and thus consider myself perpetually on vacation.
How can one get in touch with you?
Easy! Via electronic mail!