The mete and the muse: the uncategorical American identity

I often forget myself. Having moved around so often in my youth, I question if I can justify stating I am from New York, or Los Angeles, or even Hailey, Idaho. Over this past winter break, I visited four separate locations: New York, Los Angeles, New Jersey, and New Orleans, the home of my mother’s side of the family. Despite never having been there myself, I am close with my relatives in Louisiana - my mother’s cousin, her parents, and her six-year-old daughter, whom I adore.