Having lived in so many places and being so many things, I often feel like an outsider no matter where I am or who I am with. I am not from any one place. The place where I was born is not the place I call home. The country where I was born (USSR) no longer exists. I am a dual citizen but the two countries whose passports I hold are neither my birthplace nor my country of residence. For the most part, I know who I am and I know where I come from. But I definitely don’t have a simple answer to this seemingly simple question, “where are you from?” Because it’s complicated.