Despite being British born and raised, I'm regularly asked where I'm from.
"Where are you from?"
"No where are you from from?"
"No like from, originally?"
"My mother's womb"
A frustrating conversation for the inquisitor. A banal conversation for me, because I've endured it on countless occasions.
It's symbolic of the tension that third culture kids everywhere find elaborate ways of anesthetizing themselves against -- our smorgasbord of identities and cultural experiences means that we belong everywhere, yet belong nowhere at all.