Freckles & Doubt

I often seek out, and frequently prefer to date other immigrants...there is so often just a need to spend time with a people that understands the complexity of choosing to leave your home...that wrenching feeling of having to pick whether you are a here or a there. I still hesitate to call myself australian...mostly due to an underlying sense of insecurity that it will get taken away (I had 6 years of waiting and hoping I could stay, with my life kind of on hold and trying not to get to comfortable because staying was not guaranteed) . The immigration process to me seemed akin to putting your entire self on paper and being judged if you are worthy. The process of immigration and of being an immigrant is complex, emotional and traumatic at times it must be even more acute/painful when the place you came from has ceased to exist in any form that is viable. It really messes with ones sense of self! My commiserations...and solidarity in alien-ness.