Home, Sweet Home
Thursday, March 13th, 2008The other day I was talking to somebody about my last trip to Brazil. It got me to thinking about something I struggled with in college. I remember trying to figure out what the right answer was when people asked me where I lived or where I was from. Did I live in Boston? I was only a student there. Did I live in California? I was only there three months a year. Was I from California? I did grow up there. Was I from Chicago? I was born there. Was I from Brazil? That’s my heritage and where my family comes from. I found myself answering those questions based on who was asking and usually having to explain myself. When I was in Brazil in 2002, I really felt like I was home. I didn’t want to leave and it wasn’t just because I was enjoying myself. It was the time when I felt most like I fit in. I could’ve stayed there forever and been perfectly fine. Of course, I would’ve had to give up my life here and I’m not willing to do that. I’m eager to return and would love to remain there for six months, but that would be difficult to do. I’m hoping that I’m able to return soon for at least a little vacation. Three or four weeks like last time would be nice. Who knows? Maybe next time I’ll meet the woman of my dreams.
Laterz!