Please Don’t Ask Where I’m From
Home is where the heart belong, right? My heart belong to 2 places and where I am from used to be a question I didn’t want people to ask me.
I was born and raised in Chiclayo, Peru. I was there for the first 18 years of my life; however, I can say that I grew up in Reno, NV where I have been for almost 15 years.
How do I answer to that question now? Very simple: I am from both places. I am from Reno and Chiclayo. I am from here and there. How could that be possible?
I am lucky enough to have experienced the best of 2 worlds. Two worlds that on the surface seem to be very different just like the 2 languages I speak (Spanish and English); however, just like those 2 languages, my 2 worlds have a lot in common.
Reno is the “biggest little city in the world” with dry weather and well defined seasons. On the other hand, Chiclayo is 6 times the size of the area of Reno and about 3 times its population. Furthermore, Chiclayo is only 89 ft above sea level with a very warm and dry desert climate.
Consequently, I was born and grew up as a spoiled teenager in a small town where everybody knew everybody else and their family, enjoying the beach every summer on Christmas and complaining about a little breeze during winter. Now, I live in a small town, where almost everybody knows everybody and we enjoy a white cold Christmas during winter while we complaint that it is hot like an oven in the summer.
I believe that where you are from matters, but what matters more is where you are and where you are going. Next time, before asking somebody where they are from, take a pause, answer the following questions first and then ask them: “Are you where you want to be?” and then follow up with: “Where are you going?”