When people ask me where I’m from, I often hesitate. I don’t know how they want me to answer. Do I say where I was born? Or where I lived the longest? Or my favorite place? Or where I spent most of my childhood? Or from where I graduated? It could be any one of those things, and each of those things (practically each, anyway) has a different answer. I moved around a lot.
For what it’s worth, I have two homes — north Georgia and Denver, Colorado. I have never felt so at home and perfectly happy in my surroundings as I did when I went to college at UGA. My theory is that my ancestors lived in that area, so northeast Georgia is “in my blood.” On the other hand, I really have to say that nothing takes me back and makes me relive my childhood like going to the place where I spent most of it — Denver. And I am finding myself feeling a bit homesick for that place.
Of all things, it was a re-run of South Park’s Casa Bonita episode that did it. I remember going to that place when I was a kid. I remember the cliff divers. We always used to buy those plastic necklaces that glow in the dark. The restaurant is like a theme park inside. It’s amazing.
That made me start thinking of the other stuff I miss. Like how you can always tell which direction you’re driving, because the Rockies are to the west. Or the Russian olive trees that seem to be everywhere. Or the prairie dogs that seem to be in every empty field you drive past.
I’m really hoping we can go out there this summer for a visit. My grandparents still live there, and my uncle and cousin live in Colorado Springs.