Friday, March 17, 2006
I've been so busy lately. I had an assignment to finish, which thankfully did get done, even though Little Boy is cranky (teething). I still have loads of housework to catch up on (will the laundry pile ever disappear?), properties to look at, and this thing with passports for my son. So, I'm American and my husband's British. This means Boy is entitled to dual-citizenship. I find this interesting, and of course I'll do both for him (hassle that it is) but I worry that he won't find a place to fit in. I had that growing up, because I'm half Tlingit (Native Alaskan), I never really felt like I belonged anywhere. I grew up thinking I was white, but wasn't treated as being fully white (at least not when I was younger). Similar thing happened when I moved here to England all those years ago - I'm American, but I'm losing my accent. It can be quite amusing actually. I met a Russian lady last year in my law tutorial, and I said 'so, you're Russian' and she said yes, let me guess where you're from. I thought this would be obvious, but the first thing she said was 'Well, you're not American' and I had to laugh and stop her there. I wish I hadn't, and she'd told me where she thought I was from :) My dad says sometimes he can still hear my American accent, depending on who I'm talking to, but a lot of the times, there's so much 'Brit in it, and you talk fast like them.' Where was I going with this? Not sure.