I don’t have a set “home” location.  I have the place I was raised, I have the place where I found solitude, and the place where I know I can thrive, but none of these places are anywhere near each other.  The place that I would say that I am most comfortable is a place where I will have to settle for less if I want a job, but the places where I know that I can achieve success in the financial sphere, but I am not confident that I will ever feel comfortable there.  I am young, so I know that I will make the best of my situation and that I will likely grow to refine my personal “home,” but it is odd to have to make that choice now.

I also lack what Ulysses praises in the photo: a sence of country.  Wyoming, on its own, is fairly anti-people so mass patriotism like what exists in the South isn’t something that I was really exposed to as a kid.  I also had the kind of odd conundrum of learning about early colonization in America around the same time that my grandmother was getting married to a Native American man who had marched with Native rights groups and had faced persecution by his government because of his race.  It was hard for me to feel like an American, when at an early age I had already felt betrayed by my country.