So, today, after many years living abroad, I am finally able to say, “I’m a British Person.”
It’s interesting. At first, I did it mostly to make things easier for me living across the pond. I didn’t think too much about it, more simply that I wanted to full integrate with my current society.
Then, I started really thinking about it. I realized it wasn’t just a piece of paper (though it was), but that it meant a lot more than just that. In every way that matters, I’m as British as apple… well, you get the idea.
It’s a pretty significant thing. I’m proud that I’ve reached this point. It’s a strange place to be, a place most people never are. I’m a son of two worlds now, and that’s pretty damn cool.