La Ciotat,
next door to Cassis and nearby to us.
At times I have to pinch myself living here feels like a dream.
Earlier this morning on my way to the grocery store, a neighbor stopped me to say that a Franco- American family had been in town visiting their uncle. I asked where the said family lived in the States, and he replied California, Sacramento. I told him my family lived nearby Sacramento, and the conversation went hyperbolt.
He asked if I missed California. I told him after twenty nine years it was hard to know, but that I missed my family that I was certain. "Oh you are like my friend's family, his son has lived over twenty years in the States and he too feels like both places are home."
I nodded. Then he added,
"After living anywhere for twenty nine years home becomes where you are. You might as well say you are French."
I laughed, "Yes with an accent."
"Where we love is home
Home that our feet may leave
But not our hearts."
Olivier Wendall Holmes.
and yet if he had said the same thing to me twenty nine years ago I would have never agreed.
Where do you call home?
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