I don’t really feel like I have one, and this is why:
Born in Paris, France. (My parents were studying there (they are Peruvian, Italian and Spanish, not French).
Lima, Perú - at 6 months of age
Lima to Barcelona - age 5 - 7.5
Bogotá, Colombia - age 7.5 - 8.5
Back to Lima - age 8.5 - 10
Back to Bogotá - age 10-12
Toronto - age 12 - 19 (learned Englsih)
I moved to Houston, Texas when I was 19 when I left Toronto. Yes, I know…don’t ask.
Since then I have lived in various cities:
New Orleans, Mexico D.F. for a couple of months, Metropolitan Detroit, Charlotte, North Carolina, Santa Fe and Corrales, New Mexico, Fort Walton Beach, Florida and finally where I currently reside in Oregon.
Even though I have been here for almost 16 years, I don’t feel that it is home in the same way that most people feel a place is “home.”
It’s just where I am geographically speaking, that’s all.
My family is all over the globe. Mexico, Panamá, Berlin, Barcelona, Chile, Tokyo. Most, however, are in Lima. My fondest memories may be from there, so if I had to make myself think of a place as “home,” I suppose that would be it even though I only lived there a total of 7 years or so…four of which I barely remember.
Ok, now I’m kind of bummed out.