<p>I posted here a while ago because I was having</a> trouble with my essays, and several of you PMed me with encouraging comments and advice on the few false starts I'd made at the time. I wanted to thank everyone individually, but to be honest, I can't remember the usernames of everyone who helped me, and I don't want to exclude anyone... so here's a public, all-inclusive THANK YOU to make up for it. :)</p>
<p>I used this for the Common App and for Chicago's long essay. It's far from perfect, but I'm pretty happy with it considering that I didn't have any help editing the final version (I'd asked my English teacher, but he was busy)... so this is me, unedited, for better or for worse.</p>
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<p>In Foreign Ministry parlance they call it going native. It’s what happens when a statesman commits the ultimate indiscretion: letting his eyes linger a moment longer than appropriate on the seductive outline of a foreign shore, inhaling unfamiliar scents like an exotic perfume, and without exactly realizing it, agreeing to spend the night—only in this case it might be a decade or a lifetime.</p>
<p>My illicit affair with the United States began innocently enough in the spring of 2001, which was when it became a possibility for the first time. “Sweetie, how would you feel about maybe moving to America?” I pictured lush, undulating hills, a big white house, and horses. “Oh,” I answered. “Fine, I guess.” I was already teaching myself English. My class at school had trailed off at irregular verbs, but Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban hadn’t been translated into Swedish yet, and learning to read it in English seemed easier than waiting. </p>
<p>Being the daughter of two diplomats means having to be cavalier about things other people take very seriously, like moving to a different continent with three months’ notice. You go along with things; that’s the whole point. You keep your bags packed—you’ll learn the language when you get there—and if nothing else, you’ll have a story to tell. (“I lived in Moscow when the Soviet Union fell. A Russian activist set my house on fire—no, I’m serious!”) It isn’t so much that you learn to live with the uncertainty as it is that you don’t know anything different.</p>
<p>The cardinal rule of diplomacy, then, is to never, ever get attached, and that applies to people as well as to countries. I’d always taken a pragmatic approach to friends: I liked having them, but when every other aspect of life was time-limited, expressions like best friends or friends forever seemed to lose some credibility. Then there are experiences that seem bound to end in friendship regardless of your objections, and getting lost together on the way to science class the first day of seventh grade is one of them. </p>
<p>I gave up pragmatism. I made more friends. I joined the newspaper staff. I took classes that made me think and write and cry with frustration and grin absurdly when I realized my efforts had paid off. </p>
<p>At seventeen, I’m finally accepting that I’ll never be a native anything. I’m a Swedish citizen, but when I visit, I’m as much of a stranger there as I am in most parts of the United States. (“Wait, you said you’re from Switzerland?”) I used to find this daunting, but I’m learning that it doesn’t have to be. Instead of question marks and empty spaces, I’ve started to see the possibilities.</p>
<p>I’d love to tell you I had an epiphany; that one day, a sudden moment of insight made everything crystallize. Truthfully, though, I think I mostly arrived there by talking to some people and reading lots of books and thinking too much at night when I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it’s part of growing up that suddenly the things that used to scare you just don’t seem so dangerous anymore—and to me, that meant realizing that where I fit in isn’t half as interesting a question as where I want to go. </p>
<p>I don’t exactly have an answer right now, but I’ll get back to you when I do.</p>
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<p>I'll let you know in April if it worked or not. :p</p>
<p>Thanks again,
Elisabeth / cameliasinensis</p>
<p>(For anyone who's curious, I applied to Amherst, Bryn Mawr, U of Chicago, Dartmouth, Macalester, Middlebury, Princeton, Swarthmore, Wellesley, and Williams.)</p>