My hometown is far away from here, in a state that some people question whether it is even in the U.S. or not; a place called Albuquerque, New Mexico. Almost everyone I talk to has never been to this "land of enchantment" and have only heard about it a few times throughout their lives. That's fine with me though, just more of the south western that I don't have to share.
Unlike most people, I don't see the place I was born as my "hometown", if I did I would be talking about the salty air off of the Floridian southern beaches. When someone brings up a hometown, I think of the place that brought me in, and made me feel at home without me having to force it with every other place I have lived throughout my childhood. Even though I only lived there for a few years of my life, it is the only place that has felt like home. It is a bare landscape with many mountains, sandy hills and a few rivers and forests if you look in the right places. Living here, one would experience all four seasons without any extremes; such as a mild summer instead of a hot one or a cool winter instead of a bone-chilling one.
If someone was to drive out to my hometown, they would more than likely start to wonder where all the trees had gone by the time they get halfway through Texas. Anyone that lives here in NOVA would enjoy it because it never gets too hot or too cold but you would need to be okay with the color brown. You see since there is not really any natural greenery, it is all dirt, dust and sand with all of the natural shrubbery being any where between a brown and light tan color.
I would love to live back in my hometown because everything about it was just perfect. There are so many things and activities to do outdoors such as hiking, mountain biking and, my favorite, hills to longboard on. I distinctly remember long-boarding down a hill that just happened to be a main road, looking up and seeing the beautiful Sandia Mountains lit up by the setting sun. For...