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Here’s to yet another National Day that I won’t be spending back home with my family. It feels so weird to be so… displaced. I’ve spent about 1/3 of my life here in the States.  Now, whenever I go home, I feel like a stranger. But I don’t belong here either as recent events have clearly demonstrated.  So where, exactly, do I belong?



I've been swinging from place to place looking for new adventures every day.

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