Around the time I was ten, I began to ponder the idea of who I was, and what made me who I am. After a quick dinner conversation with my parents, I found out who I am and where I come from. My mom is 50% Italian and 50% Irish meaning that I am 25% Italian and 25% Irish. My dad considers himself a mutt because he doesn’t really know much about his family background. He knows he has some German, Polish and Canadian in him but he doesn’t know what percentages of each heritage like my mom does.
My grandma, my mom’s mom, is 100% Italian and every year I look forward to going to her house knowing that I will leave three pounds heavier and three pounds happier. She always has the largest variety of food and I swear sometimes I think her fridge is a bottomless pit. However, you have to double check expiration dates because that woman saves everything! I have a distinct memory of my mom and my aunts working as a team to throw out bad food while my grandma’s back was turned, it was quite the sight to see. All four Canning women in the same kitchen just like it used to be before they all grew up and moved out.
My parents moved from Houston to College Station two months before I was born due to my dad’s job. We lived here for twelve years and then we moved to Zionsville, Indiana, a suburb of Indianapolis, for my mom’s job. After we spent 20 months living in Indiana, we realized that there was no place like College Station and we moved back home before my freshman year of highschool. I love living here and it will take a lot of convincing to make me live anywhere else.
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