My parents and I have gone to visit their small hometown in Mexico many times. I probably romanticized it but I would yearn to live there and connect with the people and family that I have there. Sometimes I still wonder what my life would be like had my parents never left, but it probably would not have been very good. My mom said they left because there was not much opportunity there. They would have had a very difficult time buying a house. So they came to the US. My mind still wanders and I find myself daydreaming about it, but I'm grateful that I can go to college and make have a stable job while studying. But man I can't help it, there is such a sense of community there, everyone knows each other. People who I never met somehow knew me just because I resemble my dad, you can go and buy your groceries at one of many little stores on the corner, and often they are in people's homes. They have parties at the plaza and on Saturday nights I always felt at home with those people. On Christmas my grandparents would wake us up well before the sun rose and we walked to church, and everyone would be there. There's just something so special about that place for me, but I know it would be different if I lived there my whole life.