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Okay, but where are you really from?

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Hilarious post following my ‘Where are you from’ piece. My favorite part is the following: “Okay, I don’t have trouble answering the question either. It’s the people asking the question who have a problem with my answer.”

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Most people don’t have trouble answering the question ‘where are you from?’. Okay, I don’t have trouble answering the question either. It’s the people asking the question who have a problem with my answer. And thus I’m just as familiar with the question ‘where are you really from?’.

Recently on a flight I had one gentleman ask me if I was British. When I said I wasn’t, he asked if I was American. I would have excused him for not being able to distinguish between American and British accents had he not been American. He spent the next few minutes telling me it was a rarity to be competent at English while being from neither of those nations. He’s in for a big surprise if he ever goes to Australia or Canada.

I’m often puzzled at how a person who has known me for about 3 minutes thinks they have…

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One thought on “Okay, but where are you really from?

  1. I usually get “where’s the accent from?” – because of the residual R’s from my (Southern!) American accent, but my non-American vowels, most go for next-best and guess Canada. It’s exasperating – do you really want to know, or are you just making conversation?

    If I start explaining:

    I’m a bit of an accent chameleon. My parents are Australian, I was born there but we left when I was 2 and then we lived in multicultural settings (including 5 years in North Carolina, 8 years on a missions base with 65 different nationalities/accents) across 3 different countries (5 primary schools, 5 high schools) until I was 16, spent 10 years at “home” before I saved enough money to bail, ended up in London where I worked for a massive construction management firm where most of my colleagues were expats, lived in Afrikaans share houses for 4 years, moved back to Australia in 2005 due to an “on death’s door” grandmother, but not before qualifying for and getting UK citizenship & a so-far-unused EU passport…

    They’ve usually glazed over before I get to “until I was 16″.

    So my short version is, “I was born here, but grew up travelling. The accent’s from about 20 places.”

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