I love traveling to Norway and spending time amongst the majestic fjords and my lovely family. And I love living in Japan, always in awe and filled with endless possibilities by a culture so different from my own.
However, despite everywhere I have been and everything I have seen, to me, nothing quite compares to my hometown. It sits along the banks of the mighty Hudson river and is ideally located just a few miles north of Manhattan. The houses are quaint and charming and so are their owners, well, at least most of the time.
Although my town is remarkably beautiful, the real reason I love my hometown is because it is familiar. It is the town I grew up in. I know the roads like the back of my hand. I know the shopkeepers and their families and I know the police officers and firemen. I know how much everything costs and I can speak to everyone in my native tongue, English. Not to mention, It’s where my wonderful sister and mother live. And last but not least, I can buy a bacon egg cheese salt pepper mayo sandwich on a roll for 3$ made by a family run deli.
Today, after getting my favorite breakfast sandwich and testing out my new camera around town, I remembered all these reasons again. Now, with good memories of a fine summer back home, I am ready for my next adventure.