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"Where are you from?"

This is a simple question, easily answered by most. It would never be considered a difficult question by, oh, 99% of the world.

I hate this question. I fall into that less than 1% of the world that doesn't have a hometown. I never know what to say. There are multiple ways I can answer...my favorite is simply "heaven." I usually say something along the lines of "everywhere," but that gets people asking questions. 

I'm sort of from Denver...this is where my family lives, but I only lived here for a year before I left. I don't have friends here, and even though I know Parker like the back of my hand, I really don't feel at home here. Driving around Parker today made me realize how much of a visitor I really am in my family's town. I know Mission Viejo just as well, and that feels more like home to me. And so...I can't say I'm from Parker. 

Sometimes people say that I'm from where I lived the longest. Well...I lived in Utah until I was six. That's the longest by far...somehow I don't think that counts. I'm also not that keen on the idea of telling people I'm from Provo.

Others say that I should claim my favorite place of residence as home - Germany was definitely my favorite, but I was only there for two years in middle school. I don't think I can really claim somewhere I haven't been in six years as home.

So where am I from? Nowhere. If I stay in Provo long enough, maybe I'll start claiming that as home eventually. Except...I'm not from Provo. I'm not from Colorado. I'm not from Georgia. I'm not from Germany. I'm not from Las Vegas. I'm not from Texas. I'm not from Carson City. 

Home is where the heart is...so your real home's in your chest. :)