I moved into a new house earlier this year, and only recently began to feel at home there.
So last week I hauled some boxes out of the garage and began to unpack them.
Most were books that I have read and collected since I was very young.
As I lifted them onto the shelves, one after another, I began to feel like I recognized myself.
It was an unusual feeling, these books one by each revealing a different aspect of my own identity.
I began to wonder how’d I’d recognized my self before that moment. It seemed not at all.
I quickly realized that, like a lot of people, I’ve spent years cultivating an identity online, mainly in social media environments like Facebook, Twitter, and Flickr.
And I realized that the identity I had manufactured didn’t necessarily reflect who I really was. Continue reading