I just don’t know where that is exactly
I was born in Buffalo, NY. I escaped when I was 18. That’s a joke based on years of dealing with harsh winter weather. Buffalo is a beautiful city with a great history and warm people. And the food! I think what makes people laugh is that when they tell me that they are going to Buffalo we recount all the places they need to visit to eat some of the best food in the US. Yes, they call that Buffalo Proud.
I moved from Buffalo, to Glendale, CA in 1978. I stayed in CA until 2005. I had homes and family in Nevada by then so I was going between the two states. In 2005 I met my husband Mike (on a singles cruise to Alaska) and he was living in Washington State. In December of 2005 I had sold both of my homes (one in Nevada and one in CA) to be with Mike full time in WA. We made Olympia our home. It was a beautiful little city and is actually the capital of WA. I enjoyed my time in Olympia very much. They have an awesome farmers market and they host the yearly northwest a cappella competition which Mike and I attended.
In 2007 Mike wanted a career change and we moved to Redmond, Oregon. It was a nice little town with a very homey and comfortable environment. We lasted until 2008 when Mike took a better job based in Salem, Oregon. I really liked Salem. It has a great university town feel and is again the capital city of the state. We lived across from the weekly farmers market and the city was central to all things cultural. What was hardest on me was the white supremacist feelings in the neighborhood and with my clearly ethnic looks I never felt safe unless Mike was around. I had never lived in an area of the US with such a feeling and while I was angry as hell about this situation it also made me incredibly sad that in this day and age stupidity and bigotry ruled the day.
By 2010 I had had enough of cold weather and we moved to Las Vegas. Now, you can move to Vegas on two conditions. One, that you do not like to gamble and two that you like it warm. Mike and I do not gamble. In fact in the two years we lived in Vegas Mike never stepped into a casino unless he was going to a buffet to eat. Not too many people can do that in Vegas. The second factor, liking it warm, really takes a lot of learning. It’s not always scorching hot in Vegas, they do get some cool evenings. It’s just that having it warm outside all the time is exhausting, so you have to learn to adjust. Mike did a great job of it. The real problem with Vegas is that making friends is really hard. The attitudes of people in Vegas are just not geared towards anyone trusting someone else. They are so used to people scamming them or cheating them that they don’t trust. When Mike decided in 2011 that he had enough of the working life and wanted to retire I wasn’t all that upset over it and we looked forward to the next adventure.
I guess you can say I’m lucky since I have always enjoyed every place I have lived. I can find something good about every place. I just have never felt that I belonged in any of these places long term and no place has ever felt like home to me. I have always had a bit of the wanderlust that people talk about. Most people in my family stopped asking me “how are you” ages ago, they learned to ask, “where are you now”. As Mike and I keep moving from country to country we have met some great new friends and have lived in some wonderful countries, but home? I’m not sure what that is exactly. If home is a place where I feel comfortable and happy and have everything I need then I guess every place we’ve been is home to me. I think I’m lucky in this regard. It helps me to want to keep traveling and seeing new places. Maybe some day I’ll be a homey and have roots and one place to call home. Until then I’ll just make the world my home…