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  • The longest I've ever lived in one place is four years. That's only happened twice in my life. The other sixteen years have been nomadic to say the least.

    I'm going to be leading a team that's running workshops for students from low-income backgrounds in a month or so. In my e-mail to the coordinator, I said, "I lived in one of the lowest income neighbourhoods in Toronto," to which she replied, "I too come from the community we serve".

    I don't know what to say back to that. I feel oddly connected to her, and yet disconnected, because I blend in quite well with the suburbans. People who've known me for ten years know nothing of these stories. People who've known me for ten years don't even know where I really lived in those years. But that's the thing. I'm great at camouflaging.

    That's what these volunteer placements are all about right; fighting your demons and such.
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