Last weekend we went to a barbecue at a friend’s house. We had so much fun, and you know, as the time goes by, conversations tend to turn unexpected and amazingly interesting and funny.
So after a couple of wine glasses and feeling slightly overfed, we started talking about where are we from and where do we think we belong to.
One of my friends is English, with Ukrainian ancestors, and she said she was convinced she should have been born Malaysian.
The other one, blond and blue eyes prototypical British lady, assured she should have been born in Japan.
Both discussed how out of context they feel in the UK, and how happy and fully integrated within the society they felt when they visited Japan and Malaysia. They talked about their experiences and anecdotes, and the reasons why they were utterly convinced to have been born and raised in the wrong place.