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Where are you from when you’re a military kid?

First, I just want to say thank you to all the people who commented on my post that was featured on Freshly Pressed this weekend. THANK YOU! I read every single comment and tried to respond to as many as possible. To any new followers, welcome!

Let’s get down to business.

A Facebook friend I know from high school posted this article about military kids having a tough time answering the question: Where are you from?

I’ve lived in 6 different states and in Europe for 10 years.

Standing on the Prime Meridian in Greenwich, England

My whole life this has been a tough question, and to this day I still hate when people ask me where I’m from.

Do I tell them where I was born but lived only for the first 6 years of my life?

Do I tell them where I spent the majority of my life?

Do I tell them where I went to university, the first place I felt like calling home?

Do I tell them where my parents currently live, even though I have never actually lived there?

Do I tell them about the little pieces of me that have been left in states all over the country?

Invariably, this often leads me to have a confused look and say, “Well, what do you mean by ‘from?'”

Although the answers to any of these questions would be truthful, there’s something uncomfortable about picking one and steadfastly sticking to it, with no explanation. It almost feels like you’re telling a slight untruth to a stranger.

The weird thing is that a lot of people are weird about it. They don’t get it, and you have to explain the whole military thing, moving every couple years, etc. A lot of people get sympathetic and say, “That must have been hard growing up like that!” Not really. It’s all I or any of us knew. Another common thing is that they’ll latch on to one thing – that I grew up in England. They can’t understand why I don’t have an English accent. It’s weird to me because everyone pretends to be so patriotic with all the “support our troops” stuff, but they seem to be simultaneously confused about the existence of a military and the lifestyle that must accompany it.

Largely to avoid the same conversation/explanation for the millionth time I’ve developed this odd (to me) thing of saying, “Err … ummm … well, I was born in Florida, but I’m from Ohio now.”

Even though I’ve come to love Ohio as the Great State, I still feel like I can’t fully say I’m “from” there.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever settle down and end up living in a place for so long that I’ll finally be able to say yes, I’m from here.


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The man who ate 25,000 Big Macs

Yesterday Don Gorske, the “Big Mac Enthusiast” interviewed in the movie Super Size Me, ate his 25,000th Big Mac. Big Macs or not, I’d be proud of a feat of that magnitude.

I get obsessed with things, too, although admittedly not 25,000 Big Macs obsessed. Some things turn out better than others. One time I tried a pasty and I loved it so much that I bought 10 – literally. I got so sick of them that I never ate one again.

A good obsession has turned out to be running. When I started running in the Couch to 5K program a few weeks ago I liked it so much that I went ahead and signed up for a 10K. A 10K RACE!

When I realized that my visit back to Ohio in September coincided with the United States Air Force Marathon, I knew I wanted that to be my first big race. I’m going to run a couple 5Ks this summer, but ultimately I’ll be working toward that.

Guess what? I get a T-shirt too! I want a medal, but I don’t know if they give medals for 10K-ers or if they are even real medals. If they do and they are real I’m going to wear it around and pretend like I got it in the Olympics. I’ve gotten medals before for bowling, but they were so cheap you could see the plastic mold around the edges.

Why the Air Force Marathon? I don’t know. I feel some connection to the AF still because I grew up in it and I’m friends with the best pilot in the USAF (Hunter!). I also went through AFROTC Field Training (boot camp for officers) because I was planning to be an officer and I actually passed. I didn’t even get ranked close to last place either! Shocking. More on that later. Until then, wish me running luck!

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