I’ve spent years looking for the place my soul calls home. I know I’m not the only one. I’ve had many a conversations about this with my friends who love to travel.
I assume my personal restlessness comes from the fact that I’m a child of immigrants. The area which most of my maternal side of the family in Venezuela resides is arid and desert-like, so it’s no surprise then that New Mexico struck a massive chord within me. It reminded me of my childhood at my grandmother’s house playing with my cousins in the desert, and making clay from mixing water with dirt.
Even though it was my first time visiting, I felt a deep feeling of warmth and familiarity in New Mexico. The people and culture reflect care about entrepreneurship, food, art, nature, and spirituality.
This trip showed me that home entails more than just people and place, it encompasses values and nostalgia.
What about you? Where do you call home?