OK,Pixie, here goes!
I am from many places, we moved around a lot when we children were younger. I am from family sing-a-longs on car trips (I swear that as long as I live I will never forget the words to Morning Town Ride!)
I am from camping holidays, scared witless at night by possums sliding down the tent roof for fun in the night.
I am from the smell of freshly mown grass on a lazy Sunday, from Mr Whippy and melting tar on the road side. I am from a summer where the days were so hot and they stretched over the horizon; from stilts made from string and empty Golden Syrup tins; from marmite sandwiches and playing scrabble.
I am from a mother so crafty we sometimes call her McGiver, she can make anything from nothing - she spins, she dyes wool, she makes her own felt and paper, she knits. Ever trying to please, the leftover "affliction" from her own upbringing where she was never good enough.
I am from a Presbyterian turned Anglican-for-love father who taught me that there will always be easier ways but the right way is best and whom is miss with every fibre of my being (every day).
I am from frugal Scottish stock, from Ireland and Cornwall. My great,great-grandfather sold sunlight soap from a barrow in a London Market.
I am from an adventurous parentage, who took us children to live in far Islands; I too am from coal dust and whitebait; stony beaches and nikau palms
I am from boarding school where all manner of things influenced outcomes for us all. I am from failed netball tryouts - the balls I was destined to play with had more life!
I am from seething picket lines, I am from quiet contemplation. I am from many places and none.
Currently, I am from Christchurch.