Where I come from.

Today I went to church. To the ward that, in many ways, is my family's ward. Some people there knew who I was before I even said my name, though the last time they saw me I was a chubby little toddler. I felt a strange connection to these people that I don't know. Just like I feel a connection to this land that is so strange for me. This is where I come from. It is a feeling that I have never experienced before. This feeling of belonging. I grew up in a place where every one else had been born there, and their parents, and their parents parents. They could trace their family back to pioneers. Cardston was, and always had been, their home. Cardston is my home. But only by adoption. This was my home first. This is why I am here. To learn about my first home. About my parents home, and my ancestors'. By learning as much as I can about this home I will be able to understand more. More about my family, my history, and me. What makes me, me.