Home means different things to different people. Home is a place. Home is being with your people. Home is your best memories from growing up. Home is love. It's one of the first things you're asked when you meet someone. "Where are you from?" However, what they really mean is, "Are you from the same kind of people that I'm from?" or "Do I know something about you because I know something about myself?" This poses a question that I've never exactly known how to answer. Where am I from? I've lived in California, Texas, and now Wisconsin. Technically speaking, I've been living in Madison for a little over 4 years and haven't continuously stayed in Texas for more than 4 weeks since 2013. So I typically answer, "I've been living in Madison for several years but I used to live in Texas." Which warrants the response, "Why did you come here?" Then I go on with my memorized song and dance about school and how my family is originally from the Midwest, which usually makes people feel better about not knowing where I'm from. I'm from two places and call two places home. Once you get past the constant explaining, one of my favorite things about being from two places is that when I travel I have two great cities to choose from for fun things to do. This past week while visiting my family for Thanksgiving, I visited The Glamour and Romance of Oscar de la Renta exhibit at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts. The intricate embroidery and miles and miles of skirt made my gangly self feel transported to a world of elegance. Oscar de la Renta has been my favorite designer since I was a lanky, awkward teenager living in Texas. The intricate embroidery and the beautiful fabrics with miles and miles of skirt captivated me from a young age, in which my gangly self felt as if I could belong in a world of elegance. I remember when Target and Neiman Marcus collaborated in 2012-2013 I purchased this beautiful white floral Oscar de la Renta tote. As a 17-year-old, it was one of my prized possessions. Even though I didn't have a prayer of owning a true piece, when I held that bag in hand I went from young girl to glamorous woman ready to conquer the world. As I walked through the exhibit with the key chain from that very bag, I remembered how much I've changed since my Texas days. I have friends and family that I love dearly and I'm in the early stages of my career. I'm a little worse for wear from life, but still consider myself happy. I feel like the life I'm building is one that my 17-year-old self would be proud of.
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