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On my way home from work today I was thinking about how random and fascinating my life must seem to some people.  I mean, I was born and grew up in the Philippines.  I lived in California when I was 3 and 8 and then when I moved there for college.  I lived in Washington State when I was 13.  When I was 22 I moved from California to Texas, effectively moving "home" to live with my parents after college, but I had never lived in Texas before, hence moving "home" was the idea of moving to live with my parents, not a familiar place.  At 23 I was a bridesmaid in one of my best friend's weddings... in South Carolina... and got to meet up with a good friend from high school again who I started dating a few months after that.  Oh, btw, he lives in Arkansas.  To simplify, I grew up in the Philippines, went to college in California, am now living in Texas, and somehow I'm dating a guy in Arkansas.  My life is so spread over so many places.  Yet, I feel very little connection to each place.  It is in the people that I find my home, and in that, as long as I have connections everywhere, everywhere can be home.  (Though, simultaneously, nowhere is.)