There’s No Place Like Home, But Where is Home?

I’m back in my hometown of El Paso, Texas and it just doesn’t feel the same. I live in Tucson, Arizona now and that inevitably doesn’t feel like home either. What’s the saying? Oh yeah, a rolling stone gathers no moss. I’m starting to get it now. I think.

Coming back to my hometown feels like every city and town I’ve been to in America. I get to a place, I perform, then I leave. That’s the extent of it. I never settle in. Sometimes, I don’t even sight see. I do what I have to do and eventually hit the next town. It shouldn’t feel this way in the place I grew up in. It shouldn’t feel that way in the place I actually call home either.

Maybe I am meant to be a rolling stone? Is that a bad thing? I see things and places few people ever get to witness in a lifetime, so what’s my problem? Am I still looking for my right place? I have a feeling that it’ll always feel that way for me. I think I’m okay with it. Maybe not…


Published by Omar Tarango

I am a father, company manager, and a stand up comic. Being a stand up comic is the least funniest of the three.

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