So where does my country fit into all this?

 

Every now and then it just hits me that I am foreign.  I have spent the last 15 years, minus a blip, out of my own country.  I identify as Canadian, but wouldn't think of one part of Canada as my home over others. I have sentimental weight placed on Calgary, as that is where I lived my formative teenage years.  The last time I went to Calgary I would not have known how to drive from my old house to my old school. So what?  Honestly, it doesn't cross my mind much.  That is until I realize my daughter may only know Canada as the place mummy is from.  She will only know it from holidays and books.  She won't *know* it.  Perhaps that is ok.  I'm not really sure how I feel about it.  I just know that it is strange and surreal.  That things that make me who I am because of the society I was raised in will not be my daughters, makes me question my own response to culture.