I Come From...

I come from the big white brick house, at the stop sign;

     wait, no, I come from the house on Poo Corner, made with stone and mud mortar.

I come from 200 Rothwell Drive in Glen Berne, in Stanton, in Newport, in Wilmington, in New Castle County, Delaware, USA.
     Well, not really, I come from Yreka, California, oh, wait, I come from Lamachaur in
     Pokhara, Nepal. Or maybe I come from the mountains in Northern India: Landour,
     Mussoorie, Uttaranchal, India. Ecuador? Upstate New York? St Croix, USVI?
     Arden Hills, Minnesota.
I come from baked chicken in a well-seasoned corn meal coating, with baked potatoes and broccoli.
     Just kidding, I really come from daahl-bhaat with dahi and nimbu ko aachaar.
I come from walking in the park.
     No, hiking in the Himalaya.
I come from Bob and Hazel Buckner - always far away, always involved, always close at
     heart. I know they pray for me and my husband and children (and their significant
     others, present and future) every day, as well as my siblings and their families.

I am not really from anywhere, as you can see; no, I'm from anywhere.