I was reading Caroline's archives last night, trying to remember what the alternative title for Black Boxes could have been. And I came across this post about belonging. And it made me think.
I'm not a Geordie. I wasn't born here, so I never will be. One of my friends has lived here since he was four, sounds as Geordie as they come, but he's not a Geordie. (Strangely enough he identifies as Scottish, even though he's barely lived there.) So B the girl who didn't move here til she was in her mid 20s (18-21 aside) definitely doesn't count.
However, belonging is a different matter. I've written about this before, but I feel slightly different now. Now, I feel that maybe this place doesn't belong to me. But maybe that doesn't matter.
I wasn't born here - - but I had my formative years here.
My family isn't here - - but the family of the man I chose is - - my in-laws.
I don't have the accent of the place I was born - - I don't sound Geordie either (not even to those who don't live here), but some of the words have filtered into my lexicon.
I belong here, even if here doesn't belong to me.
Do you belong anywhere? If so, where? If no, are you OK with that?