Ensenada Centro…view from my house
A friend asked if I was coming “home” to Cleveland. Yes, I was born on the shores of Lake Erie. But, I haven’t visited in over 30 years. Even if my parents still lived in that small house in Cleveland where I grew up, I would not consider that home.
A week ago, a realtor friend asked how often I return “home” to Denver. I lived most of my life in Colorado. But, I have only visited once in the past 6 years.
When I let neighbors know that I was visiting my mother in Florida, they asked me how long I would be visiting back “home”. My parents did some moving from Cleveland to Pittsburgh to Boston to Florida after I left the nest.
None of the places above are my home. When people ask, “Where are you from?”, I answer, “Denver”. The mile high city is also listed as my “hometown” for my Facebook page.
I rarely mention Cleveland. Must be some sort of psychological repression on my part. I think at about age 10, I made it my mission to escape Cle-town. Successfully completing that task at age 18, I’m not going back there.
I suppose some consider their birthplace as “home” due to a romantic memory of mom’s apple pie or dad’s pipe. Maybe it’s different for us single, independent types.
My home is on the south side of Ensenada bay, Baja California, Mexico. Climate, coast, culture and cuisine are exceptionally different and more pleasing than any other place that I have lived.
Mi casa es MI casa. I’m a true hogareño, as my car often does not move for 7 to 10 days at a time.
What’s yours?
Mi casa es MI casa. I’m a true hogareño, as my car often does not move for 7 to 10 days at a time.
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Very cool! While I don’t live in the Ensenada area yet, I consider Mexico as my home. I return to the U.S. only when necessary. And that doesn’t mean for shopping either, jeje