When I was living on the mainland, I would often get asked where I was from. When I responded with Guam. Nine times out of ten I would get a puzzled look and be asked another question. “Where’s that?” If I was lucky there would be a map or a globe handy. I would then point at an small speck of an island in the middle of the Pacific.
It used to be that being from such a small place would be a disadvantage. But now I know it’s a big part of my identity. That Guam is more than just a place that is pointed out but a part of me.