

I don’t feel like doing the math googling it, but I was born Brooklyn, NY, USA. Currently a few miles outside Atlanta, GA, but my journey here takes me up and down the east coast, plus a place further south. I can’t really think of NY as home because I’ve only lived there maybe 1.5 years at most, and 1 of those was as an infant.
At 1 my family moved to GA, at 2 they moved to Saint Vincent and the Grenadines (fathers home country), where my first memories are from. At 7 my mom left said father over his repeated cheating, so we moved back to Brooklyn for ~6 months (maybe less) then moved to Virginia until I hit 17 when I graduated highschool. Moved to Florida, lived there for years until 2017 and I moved to GA for a job.
I’m not sure I consider anywhere other than where I am now “home.” I have fond memories of each place, but they just feel like phases of my past life, like elementary(well, 4 different elementary), middle, or highschool. I don’t consider any of those schools any more of a school I went to than the others, and I generally treat “home” the same. It’s just where I live now.
I also don’t fully identify with any ethnic group either. I spoke without an accent in the island so never fully integrated, and then in the US I didn’t quite have the same lived experience there either.
People can remember two things, and lots of people like drama. This is a short laugh at a CEO getting a very small amount of comeuppance. It’s not going to make us forget how terrible Trump is or that the government is actively covering up for pedophiles.
We need small breaks of laughter to keep sane sometimes.