Knowing each other and how we became bound to the place with deepening acquaintance to the perception of it from which one could develop forms of solace or comfort zone unique to us, I think I had unconsciously established connections that to this extent would find no way of breaking off with the character I have come to be.
Perhaps that is to claim that the U.S. I am pertaining to is the one that makes me look into myself every so often that there emerges a quantity of peculiar things I could not help holding on to. They turn out to be a bunch of noteworthy incidences of tender years which either filled my past moments with dreams or anxiety on grounds that suppressed those early hopes. With our spot in U.S., I have been drawn to acquire a constant sense of self-awareness which allows me to create fruitful relationships heretofore and discern fully how these had altogether formed most of my values that highly constitute the nature of my identity.
At a point in time, there have been ample changes: new structures built within few miles from our residence, some renovated, whereas neighbours stay or get transported, and we observe as well that we see how this cycle shapes us and the manner we behave and deal with our thoughts in coping with the alterations including technological progress and occasional crisis of natural resources in the area. To me though, besides these changes, our state region could define culture and society and this definition manifests in people in terms of approach
to life, concrete and abstract preferences, way of thinking, as well as the general mode of communication and individual response to a particular action or stimuli. The community has so far maintained appreciation of country music or ballads that normally depict how folk and surroundings alike are perceived as significant reason for living despite a not-so-good economy. Maybe it is this conventional attachment to classic songs of romance and sensibility that have made me relish songs of old music genres more than the alternatives of modern-day rhythm. In fact, I can hardly find myself in the mood of grooving with the current tunes, as if there is inexplicably something phenomenal with the old ballads I used to know that would not afford to deflect the way I get engrossed at sound-tripping with them based on in-depth familiarity and overall relevance of their lyrical substance. U.S., as a whole, is a place inside myself I suppose. It appears to create a well-being out of which respect and love of solid origins spring and can never be snatched away readily under good foundations unless one decides to evolve with strangeness beyond such dimension. In a way, I have come to possess a frame of reference distinct from most others in the process of experiential learning and absorbing the original sentiments of the place which effortlessly flowed and blended with mine. Eventually, the spontaneous attraction between me and U.S. has unusually structured the wholeness of my identity on a gradual basis, feeling at home with every aspect of living in this place. Because it means so much to me to understand how U.S. localizes the essence of nativity at least to me as its inhabitant, I have become capable of developing a set of perspectives which I can consider solely my own. My imagination of the world in the future along with my concept of