I was listening to the talk on the Alchemist story and realized how similar it was to my own. I grew up in a town that I felt that I had nothing in common with. For years I had a need to move away, I thoroughly disliked my hometown. I will never tell my family or friends this because it would hurt there feelings. Like people, places also have a likeliness towards them. It tends to offend people who have a connection to a place when another person, such as myself, dislike their hometown. Anyways, since I graduated I moved to Minnesota. I found how much alike Minnesota was to South Dakota, so within a year I moved again to Bozeman. Just like Santiago, I feel that I'm some what of a wanderer. I have never had a connection to a town and have never felt reluctant to move. When I moved away from South Dakota, I thought I would hardly ever go back. However, I find myself going home every chance I get. In a place I thought I hated when I was younger, I now visit for spring break, or during the summer. This change, I realized, is due to a sort of treasure I discovered. My middle sister has had two children, a daughter and a son. I love hanging out with my niece and nephew and no matter where they lived I would visit them as much as possible. It just so happens that they live in a place that I felt had nothing for me. Now that they've been born, I feel that there is something there for me. Just as the story goes, I had to leave in order to realize what I missed.
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