My immediate ancestors have done a lot of running away.
A great-great grandfather ran away from China because he had murdered someone, and his children spent a lot of effort getting as far away from each other as they could. A great grandfather ran away from China to get away from his parents who had (on the advice of his tutor) turned him into an opium addict to stop him being interested in girls. A great-great grandmother ran away from China, taking her young family with her, to escape heaven knows what.
My Irish grandmother disassociated herself from her immediate family and refused to have anything to do with them, in the process becoming a successful business woman. My own parents ran away from their own cultural heritages is a hazy glow of nineteen sixties idealism.
There are also relatives who have tried to run away from themselves through drink and gambling.
What about me? I have to admit it does leave me feeling pretty homeless/landless. I have something of an identity crisis from time to time. I can't answer simple questions like "what is your cultural background?", "where do you call home?", "what people do you identify with?".
I'm a "Heinz 57", part Hakka, part Hokkien, part Cantonese, part Dayak, part Irish. The Irish should be the largest part, but I'm fairly sure I'm hard-wired Cantonese as people can find me cold and arrogant in the flesh because I shoot from the hip and definitely prefer honesty to diplomacy.
Some fellow mongrels
I certainly don't want to do any running away, but this is because I have nowhere to run away from. Thank God for an understanding husband who appreciates that I don't have English cultural norms for politeness, use of vocabulary, tone or expression. I am particularly grateful for the fact he stopped me swearing, even if inside I feel like doing a "Plaistow Patricia"- PLEASE, FOR THE GOOD OF YOUR SOUL,DO NOT LOOK UP THIS CULTURAL REFERENCE IF YOU DON'T GET IT. My mannerisms can get me into a fair amount of bother with the hyper-sensitive English, who can think I'm on top note and really angry when I'm actually cool, calm and collected and just warming to my theme.
There are some things you can not run away from and have to accept. What would I do without the Catholic Church which does "exactly what it says on the tin" and directs us all irrespective of our personalities, cultural backgrounds and blood lines, to the one thing worth running towards?