American? Indian? I don't know what these words mean. In Italy, it is all about blood, family, where you come from. I'm asked where I am from. I'm from nowhere; I always was, but now I am happy knowing it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
People are always asking me where I come from, and they're expecting me to say India, and they're absolutely right insofar as 100 percent of my blood and ancestry does come from India. Except, I've never lived one day of my life there. I can't speak even one word of its more than 22,000 dialects.
Where we come from in America no longer signifies. It's where we go, and what we do when we get there, that tells us who we are.
It's hard to think of myself as an American, and yet I am not from India, a place where I was not born and where I have never lived.
I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.
I see myself as part English and part American, with a dash of Irish thrown in, and a pinch of Italian from my mother's ancestry.
My husband is actually Italian-American, and he thought I was Italian when he first met me.
I love Italy and I say I am from Italy wherever I go.
The Italians always know that I'm not Italian.
Am I Latin? Am I American? What the hell am I? I love my culture and I'm very proud of my culture.
I am a proud Italian American, raised by an Italian mother and Italian grandparents.