Language, identity, place, home: these are all of a piece - just different elements of belonging and not-belonging.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Language and identity are so fundamentally intertwined. You peel back all the layers in terms of what we wear and what we eat and all the things that mark us, and in the end, what we have are our words.
I found my place when I moved to London, where I chose to live, making my own tribe who were all from different backgrounds and places. The class thing is very dominant there, but in the cultural cross-fertilization, I felt a sense of belonging.
I considered that the homes that people live in exactly describe their lives.
Thematically, in a lot of what I write, there's a sense of displacement, of being rooted in multiple places, and how that can tug at your identities and your wants and your goals.
The truth is: Belonging starts with self-acceptance. Your level of belonging, in fact, can never be greater than your level of self-acceptance, because believing that you're enough is what gives you the courage to be authentic, vulnerable and imperfect.
Place means nothing to me. I can be at home anywhere.
My idea of home is not necessarily a place.
I think the themes of belonging and parentage and love are obviously universal.
When I was growing up, I never felt that I belonged anywhere because we never lived in a house for more than three months. That's all I knew, and that's why I don't really belong anywhere.
I had never had a deep sense of belonging anywhere. I always felt I was an outsider.