The way to my grandparent’s home, although rough and strenuous, is a path of childhood memories. The exquisite scenery begins to change. The bright colors begin to fade, almost making one wonder if you are still in the same place. The road is rutted and uneven but yet the excitement inside me does not weaken; The excitemen

As my mom, always says “Como pasa el tiempo,” and yes I too wonder how fast time flows by. Now I see myself, part of a culture, place, and people that I never dreamed I could be a part of. Nevertheless, coming back to this precious land makes me appreciate everything that I once enjoyed; the daily family dinners with our prayer to God before every meal, family gatherings with Tia Bertha, Tia Socorro, Primo Daniel and the rest of my brothers and sisters. I miss our small rural school among hills, grasslands, and arroyos. It seems as though I can still see myself running through the water streams after the rain had just fallen: chasing butterflies, and forming small caves out of sand barrancas along the stream.

Now, I truly would never like to live here. I know that nothing would be the same, and the extreme situations would make it very difficult for me to adjust. I enjoy coming here to visit my grandparents and my friends. It seems as though every time I can come more and more connected to it. Sincerely, it is not the place for me. I am not a part of it anymore and never will be. Now, I realize that there is a bigger world out there. My ignorance is no longer with me. Being away from this marvelous place made me open my eyes to things I never imagined. I now live in a world of opportunities, ones that I may never had known. San Bernabe has become that special place.

t of being back home, living once again in the pure freedom of nature, and the cultural surrounding of our family home. The space, where as a family we began to grow, is a warmhearted home, placed in the center of a rural town.

Things are different when I am away. I can see myself in a different place having almost anything I wish for, anything I need, and still yearning for more. Other people, different people, and suddenly I am one of them: ambitious, scorning my American way of life. As I turn ba

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