I have moved (what I consider) to be a lot since I was little. And so when people ask me where I grew up, or where I am from, or in this case, what my hometown is, I am not sure what to say. I was born in Utah, I moved to Germany, and now I am here. Each place means something special to me, and I still do not know what I would consider my hometown. Each place to me was (and is) home at the moment I’m there. There are a few things that stayed with us throughout all of our moves. On of them is my baby blanket that my aunt sewed for me. Even in all the different houses, little things like this is what made home for me.
