Recently we moved to a new city, and although I am loving our new home, I have to admit I do miss our old city a teeny tiny bit. I miss being able to hop in the car and 10 minutes later be at my Mamas house. Even the familiarity of the ghetto that I grew up in is somehow being missed. Okay, maybe I don’t miss living in a ghetto neighborhood, but I do miss the familiarity of my hood because it’s where I spent 95% of my life. Maybe I’m feeling a little misplaced then? I think that’s the real problem. I’m in a city I’ve never lived in; totally out of my comfort zone in a city and neighborhood I know nothing about. What I do know however, is that I love our new home. It’s everything I could have asked for and more. Plus, I have my kids and hubby with me, and that’s really all that matters.
Today marks the first day of National Hispanic Heritage Month (September 15 – October 15), and with “finding my place in our new home” in mind, I want to share this quote by the Argentinian writer Julio Cortazar that really resonates with me right now.
