I was born in Blytheville, Arkansas where my dad was serving in the U.S. Air Force. Six months later we moved to Casablanca, Morocco, North Africa; not that I remember it. But my brother does. That's when he started the First Grade. We spent the next 12 years moving around the world from Air Force Base to Air Force Base. One year my brother attended three schools in the same school year due to my Dad's reassignments.
Those experiences affected me in ways I wonder if other military "brats" ever think about.
My parents made sure that we took advantage of the opportunity to travel near wherever we lived. When dad was stationed at R.A.F. Wethersfield in England, he took a month's vacation and we went to the European continent where we visited France, Germany, Austria, Italy, the Netherlands, Belgium and Italy. This exposure to various cultures opened my mind and my curiosity. To this day I enjoy meeting people from other countries and learning about their lives. When I travel I prefer to immerse myself with the locals rather than protect myself in a resort environment. Even the men I dated, and eventually married, were mostly first-generation Americans. I do not understand racism at all.
On the negative side, I don't make close relationships outside of my immediate family. My marriage only lasted 18 months. I have only two very close friends and even then I rarely see them or talk with them. I call them 'close' because we can go two years and not see each other, but then pick up the phone and pick up where we left off. That's not to say I don't enjoy people; I do. But when life's circumstances separates us, I do little to maintain contact. It's not intentional. It's just what I've done my entire life. I wonder if, as a child this was a protection mechanism I created for myself so that it didn't hurt so much when leaving friends when my dad got new orders and having friends leave me when their dads got reassigned.
I also don't give much thought to my house. It's a place; a place to eat, sleep, shower. That's all it is to me. I attribute this to living in so many different houses growing up. I bought the house I now live in 25 years ago and I still have not hung one thing on my bedroom walls. I have artwork in common rooms for the benefit of my family, but I still think I'm moving one day!
Nurture or Nature? In my case, definitely NATURE.