Another reflection about belonging or maybe more about where is home.
A trip to London have me doubt even more holding New York as the place that fits my ME the best.
Being in a place where diversity seems, at least to my touristy eye, to be a natural part, I could feel the strong opposite of the culture that I live in. Groups of friends of all colors and creeds, everyone open and relaxed I realized that in the US, I am used to having people, mostly african american men, take a second look when they notice me and my son, whose father is Jamaican, walking by. Didn’t even know that I was aware but in this other culture where no one seemed to even notice, I became aware of the difference in attitude.
I live in a place where skin color/cultural/heritage differences are very important. They give you a sense of belonging, of being part of, of pride but also shine a light on those differences deciding your worth, your place, your status in society.
I don’t even begin to mean that I have any idea of what it is being different than a white woman having grown up in an open and accepting culture like Sweden.
I also understand that the background of people of other colors in the UK is very different than the US, but I also wonder when we will let go of our differences and start living from the inside, seeing the inside in others and just be.