“You can’t know who you are until you know where you are.” Wendell Berry By the time I was eleven years old my family had moved six times. As a United States customs agent my father was transferred every couple of years to a new location. For the most part, it wasn’t a problem for my two older sisters and I. Even my mother seemed to carry on without much complaining.
A Sense of Place
A Sense of Place
A Sense of Place
“You can’t know who you are until you know where you are.” Wendell Berry By the time I was eleven years old my family had moved six times. As a United States customs agent my father was transferred every couple of years to a new location. For the most part, it wasn’t a problem for my two older sisters and I. Even my mother seemed to carry on without much complaining.