I have been wishing for a stronger ethnic identity to latch on to. Some sort of tradition that has been passed down for generations. My ancestors moved to this country from Italy and England and Hungry and Germany and decided that they wanted to be American and fit in. Which means a lot of my heritage and customs were not passed down. Sure, being American is fine, but there are times when I wish there was something bigger than me and bigger than my family that I could identity with and hold on to. A larger sense of belonging. Clearly since I am such a genealogical mutt I decided that I wish I was French. Every French woman I see stylish and either adorably cute or terribly sophisticated and I would take either.
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