There's something missing in my soul that I only find back in the shores of my childhood home. The western coast of Puerto Rico know me better than I know myself. What a discovery to understand that a place can live within you even in the distance, but when I'm back - every time I'm back - I enjoy the bitter sweet regression of who I was, who I am and what I will become. Travel back to and beyond the places one knows is more than a journey - its becoming oneself. Who knew that's what I would find beyond the 100x35 square miles that I once called home...That I'll always call home.