Home?

If someone asked me where my home was, I would tell them Rocky Hill, CT. That's where I grew up, that's where my family still all lives. Ever since my grandparents got here from Italy on both sides they everyone has pretty much always lived within the same 10 mile radius. But I haven't really lived there in almost two years. I wonder how long do I have to live away from CT to consider somewhere else my home because honestly I never really have any want to live there again. And actually I sort of dread living at home this summer just because any prolonged exposure to my parents is not good for anyone. On the other hand for the past four years Stonehill has been my pseudo home. All of my friends are here, I am here most of the year and I feel more comfortable here. I think that home is where ever there are people you feel good around.

On a broader note when I was in Italy I felt a strange sense of belonging. It was strange to look around at the people and think this was where all of my ancestors came from. I like to stay connected to my Italian heritage. I took two whole years of the Italian language in hopes of being closer to my heritage.