Root and route

So now that i've uprooted my whole life its only natural that since i haven't really understood what my next move is. i think of a thousand things all at once but truly my route has not been established as yet. i must say, there are things in life that i embrace, like family, peace of mind and perhaps more importantly the love of family. i always think there are things in life one must be careful not to mistake a root for a route, lust for love, enjoyment and happiness. these are so closely related... one to the other respectively but obviously... close inspection shows they are anything but the same.
So what could i say about my roots? do i have any roots? my roots are the very basics of my life, the reason i speak the way i speak, i smile when i do, i talk the way i do. these are the reasons i relate with certain people and not really with other people. the roots i speak of are the humble beginnings of my family, the mannerisms of the people who raised me and with whom i was raised. the way i was called off the street, taught to say please and thank most importantly taught never to ask for or expect food from anywhere but home. these are the cores of my family... and frankly there could not be a me thats me had i not taken heed of my roots.
But my route is the way i have chosen to live my life with new values to add on or merge the old ones. its the way i do the things i was never taught, improvising and continuing to find a balance between the things i enjoy and the things i know i would not be embarassed to discuss with my family... my route is how i can have a glass of wine without taking the whole bottle under my arm, or flirt without being indecent and yell without being vulgar. My route and my roots are linked how are yours?