How an internet quiz put me in my place

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I am from nowhere.

Until my husband told me this — stated it as a fact, like “it’s raining” or “the sky is blue” — I’d never had a truthful answer to a question that has always given me pause: where are you from?

“You’re from nowhere,” Dave said. His words hit me like a punch in the gut. He’d meant it as a joke, a clever way of stating the obvious. To him, my lack of roots was a sterile fact. To me, it was a gnawing wound, a loneliness I could never shake.

As an Air Force brat, I moved every few years. Before settling in Colorado, I had lived in three countries and more than a dozen towns. I was born in Texas, but we moved on before I formed a single memory of the place. My earliest recollection is of landing at a military base in Greenland and wondering who would give that name to such an icy place. I remember the swing set outside my kindergarten classroom near the Air Force Academy and the blue swimming pool in Phoenix that summer before we moved overseas, but the first place that feels anything like mine is a tiny village in West Germany—a town where I’m now a stranger, in a country that no longer exists.

Somewhere along the line, I devised a tidy answer to the uncomfortable question. Albuquerque. That’s where I’m from. It’s where I graduated high school, and I claimed it as my place of origin to obscure the truth — I am an impostor, a fake. I can fit in anywhere, yet I’m always an outsider. Though I’ve finally put down roots, I’ve never felt like a genuine local anywhere.

Until recently, that is. You’ve probably seen it by now — the quiz circulating the internet that promises to determine where you’re from, right down to the city, based on your manner of speaking. It’s a simplified version of the Harvard Dialect Survey, which polled more than 30,000 Americans about how they pronounce words like mayonnaise and what they call it when rain falls while the sun is shining (“the devil is beating his wife,” if you’re from the Southeast).

I snickered when I saw the quiz. Ok Dr. Smartypants, where am I from? 

A few minutes later I had my answer: Albuquerque.

Such unexpected vindication! The lie I’d been telling all these years was declared a scientific truth. Researchers who’ve built careers on such things had declared me a native of a bona fide place. For the first time in my life, I felt legit.

I did a little happy dance and then went about my life. But over the following days, I found myself pondering the elation I’d felt when I saw my result pop up on the screen. Why had it felt so good to have an impersonal quiz confirm something that, in retrospect, should not have been surprising at all?

Around the same time time that I took the survey, I visited a friend at a university where I once worked. Walking along campus after our meeting, I came upon a name scratched into a sidewalk. It was a very common boy’s name. I’d completely forgotten it until that moment, but this particular etching in the cement once meant something to me. Years ago, when I was young and foolish and working at the university, I was having some personal troubles. Let’s just say there were two boys, and one of their names was written in that sidewalk. At the height of my confusion, I’d stumbled upon this name in the cement, and taken it as a sign. Him.

He was the wrong one, of course — they both were. And seeing this long-forgotten name now made me laugh out loud. How silly I’d been to put any credence in that coincidence. That name in the sidewalk was nothing more than external confirmation of something I already knew. I paid attention only because it told me what I wanted to hear.

And so it was with the dialect quiz. For most of my life, I’ve felt like a newcomer — someone who didn’t belong. While it’s true that there’s no single place that made me who I am, I’ve been claiming Albuquerque as my hometown for several decades now. My parents still live in the Duke City, as it’s called, and I visit regularly. Somewhere along the line my white lie became the truth. I’ve got roots in Albuquerque now. I may not belong to the place, but it certainly belongs to me.

My friend Rosemerry recently taught me a wonderful trick. Take a belief, one that defines you and your struggles, and turn it around. Assume for a moment that the opposite is true. I am from nowhere becomes I am from somewhere. We use stories to make sense of our lives, but if we’re not careful these stories can imprison us.

In my first three decades, I was the girl from nowhere, but I’m no longer that person. The truth had changed, but it took a quiz on the internet to make me realize that my story about myself hadn’t. I didn’t need a Harvard researcher’s permission to claim the identity that I already inhabited. It was me who needed to let the old self go.

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12 thoughts on “How an internet quiz put me in my place

  1. I’m glad the quiz placed you! I’m an Army brat with similar rootlessness, and it put me in Stockton, CA, a place I’ve never been (but perhaps should go?). Usually I tell people I’m from Maine–though I don’t have the accent, that’s where my family’s from. My mother, with a thick Downeast accent, always told puzzled questioners that she was from wherever we were stationed at the time; she embraced her current place passionately, if sometimes with a wink and a smile (she never successfully passed as a Texan).

  2. Oh, interesting. I too had a peripatetic growing-up — not quite as many places as yours, but close, and involving several countries. But the dialect quiz gets me all wrong (I was born in NYC, grew up in London, stopped in NJ, did HS in Texas, and lived longest for work in the South, and it puts me somewhere in the Midwest I think.) But I very, very much recognize that inability to identify what Southerners call a homeplace.

  3. I’m not an army brat, just an academic one. Kindergarten in Boston, grade school in Milwaukee, high school in Cincinnati. My adult life followed suit: college in Ann Arbor, grad school in Atlanta, postdoc in Philadelphia, job in NYC.

    When someone asks me where I’m from, I pick one. Like you, often the high school town – tho my parents don’t live there anymore so it doesn’t feel real.

    That quiz? Straddled me across three Northeast towns in which I’ve never lived.

  4. A college friend, born and bred in Iowa, went into the Peace Corps, married a Mexican, lived in Mexico City and had a very unusual accent. When asked where she was from, always said Iowa and probably never explained.

  5. Loved this story as I too am from nowhere. Lived on four continents, spoke another language fluently as a young child (all gone now of course), exposed to a ton of different lifestyles but never really had a place to call home. Took the quiz and it pegged me as being from Northern California, where I’ve been living for the past 20+ years. I guess I’m home.

  6. It is curious that, while we call ourselves academics after Plato’s school, we are in fact peripatetics, after Aristotle’s habit of teaching and moving. It is an honorable way to live, harking back to the medieval period before universities, when scholars wandered from town to town, looking for students to teach and masters to learn from. But it takes its toll.

    Perhaps, though, the significance is that the opposite of “I am from nowhere,” is really “I am from everywhere.”

    Settling in Albuquerque may not be such a surprise, though. After much wandering, both physical and professional, I settled here, and found that it is the most welcoming place in the country.

  7. It couldn’t place me. It offered three locations, one in California, Salt Lake City and one town in New England. I was born and lived in Ohio for 30 years. I did take a Speech class in college to help eradicate my accent, but you wouldn’t think that would change the words you use.

  8. I’m delighted by all these stories of being from nowhere/everywhere. I definitely prefer “everywhere” over “nowhere.” Thanks so all who suggested it.

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