Where I'm From

I am from the the once comfortable green sectional couch, from that wildly popular place named IKEA and from my little corner of the universe where no one knows I exist outside of it.
 
I am from the grassy plains of Saskatchewan where the sun lasts, what seems like, forever in the Summer and the air is so fresh (with no humidity, might I add) that you want to stay outside all day. 
 
I am from the Wild Rose, the provincial flower of my birth and the one of the most fragrant flowers I have ever smelled.
 
I am from the family that always knew I peaked at my Christmas presents before Christmas Day and from the family that bickers non-stop about the smallest things like the tea bag was left on the spoon instead of being put in the compost, from my mother who shouldn't stay since she is so unhappy but is too scared to go anywhere and my father who should have not done all of those things that I know about and that my mother does not and from my older brother, who I love dearly but still don't know all that well.  

I am from the family that a history of cancer (bone, brain and pancreatic) and from the family that also has a heredity blood disease Factor V Leiden (which I have).
 
From the dark place in my fathers shadow cowering at the sight of the belt that said if I didn't eat my vegetables like my brother I would never amount to anything and from my Grade 2 teacher (may he be resting in peace) that made me believe I could do anything that I set my mind to.

I am from mixed religion household where my father is Catholic and my mother is Anglican.  I was baptized when I was 14 because my father wanted to me attend a catholic high school when I went into Grade 9.  As it turns out, you didn't have to be baptized to go there and if you weren't religious, you got to skip mass.  I lied during my baptized and said I believed in Jesus Christ, the Virgin Mary and God. I have since realized that I don't belong to any one religion.  Everyone is entitled to believe what they wish and when it comes to my child, he was only baptized because his father and his Baba and Jaja are extremely religious and wanted the original sin washed away.

I'm from my home and native land, Canada; Scotland; England and United States, from meat, potatoes and vegetables.  Food, with the exception of the meat, comes from the garden and was grown by our own blood, sweat and tears.  Except me, I am a city dweller that can't cook or keep plants alive longer than the trip home from the store.

From the time I could crawl, I was clinging to my brother like Saran Wrap and wanted to be with him all of the time.  When he became a teenage, I was just his pain-in-the-ass-little-sister, especially when I was too young to know the subjects you take in high school.  This one time he left the dinner table early because he said he needed to study for English.  Like the ignorant little kid I was, I asked him why he needed to study for English when he already spoke it perfectly.  After that, he graduated high school and left me all alone with my parents. I felt so betrayed, and the happiest day of my life was the day my son was born.  The most physically painful day I've ever had but the I would never change the end result as much as he can annoy/piss me off/try my patients on a daily basis.

I am from around the world, in photos with memories that I was too young to remember, photos that are stuck in boxes and in albums with the clingy plastic film that dries onto the back of the album page. I am part of the every growing family tree that someone on my mothers side has devoted over 15 years of their life to creating and updating our priceless family history.  
 
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WOW! Never did I think that this would touch so many places deep down in there.  I thought is was a very simple fill in the blank thing when I started.  Reading SFD's, it seemed like it would be fun and something interesting to post about.  Instead, I feel like someone opened a heavy locked door, the kind that have the big heavy rusted lock and the hinges creak so loud because the door has been stuck in the same place for years.  Oddly enough, I feel better for some reason.  I felt fine before but now I am a little different fine.