Gregory Dicum argues that, “in increments, we have become a different nation,” and considers the different points at which some of us might decide “to bid farewell to yet another homeland.”(Thanks to GMB for the link.)
On my father’s side, I had an ancestor who came to Virginia from Scotland on a land grant from the king.
I have never been or known myself to be anything other than someone from the U.S. My family simply does not have stories about life in the old country.
I have only known life here. My parents have only known life here. Their parents have only known life here, and their parents have only known life here. I have never, ever contemplated settling somewhere else before now. And in the final analysis I’m not ready to pack up my stuff. But I keep thinking about it.