How do I write this so it isn't all about me ...my feelings are whats driving me to write something down as I walk to the City Heights Library . Its the sights, sounds and smells all around me that are bringing those feelings to the surface. I have lived all over San Diego since arriving in 1977 ( East County, North County , Beaches etc )... But its where I was born that brings me to my current state of mind . I was born in New Bedford, Massachusetts ( south of Boston ) a melting pot of many cultures with a flood of immigrants seemingly arriving daily. Both my parents were Portuguese so my cultural pot was Portuguese. But the languages, the food, the smells were of my familiar Portuguese mixed with something else. I have always missed how I felt as a kid when I lived in New Bedford . I figured it was the comfort of my culture even though I have never quite figured it out. So today as I am siitting in the City Heights Library I am trying to analyze somehow what rekindles those feelings. As I get older introspection seems to be my norm. I even worry abit that maybe I am dying because of all these feelings and wonderful memories I am having - I hope not. Even though I have met Portuguese in other parts of San Diego and haven't met any here I realize now thats not what is making me feel comfortable and happy... this place just reminds me of my childhood. I wish I could explain it better. All I can say is the sounds,sights and smells feel like home .

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