Talk of nationality most of the time unavoidably links with patriotism. From the angle of a modern nomad (that's how I call myself - an itinerant immigrant), it is more a search for the sense of belonging to a place, a people, or a culture (the plural form is optional). In "An Accidental Canadian", Margaret Wente insightfully and delightfully depicted her Canadian experience. It reminds me of the uncanny parallel way of the love sometimes we have for people close to us - you can be irritated and ridiculed by a lot of things that comes with it but at the same time loves it to guts knowing deeply that here is where you belong, a place that you truly call home.