
It seems that most people come from somewhere - they have a family house or at least an area where their relatives live - when people ask "where do you come from?" they can simply answer with the location they grew up in.
But I never had that: Singapore - England - Singapore - boarding school in England - Germany - University in London - Job that moved every couple of years - Los Angeles for the longest time - now in Scotland.
So - which one's home?
The longest I've spent in one place would be LA - while I often refer to it as home and indeed own a home there - I never took citizenship.
It's hard to feel at home when you can be deported at any minute.
And so here I am in Scotland - my ancestral home - generations of Baillies and MacArthurs blending with McCluskeys from Ireland - and you know what - it kinda does feel like home. I feel very connected to the land - to the rivers and bens, the lochs and inches, the age of the buildings and the vibe of the people.
The problem is, I don't sound Scottish at all - I sound ridiculous. My English boarding school accent, combined with Californian pronunciation and a tendency to pick up the accent of whoever I'm talking to - confuses the hell out of people. I'm immediately identified as an outsider - a foreigner - and so once again - home eludes me.
But I would like to know what home feels like - to feel rooted - to not feel like an outsider - rather to feel like I belong.
And I'm hopeful.
I think Scotland might be the place.
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