There’s No Place Like Home

Before I jump into the wild and exciting times of travel in Ecuador, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on why there's no place like home.

And by home, I don't mean my affair with the Latin American city of Medellin, I mean New York.

The state where I was born, the small suburban town of Pelham where I spent my first 10 years on the planet, and the Big Apple, which I've returned to almost yearly as an adult.

Earlier this month I went back for a family wedding, which gave me an opportunity to not only couchsurf with my brother in Manhattan again (thanks Jon!), but to go to a Yankees game with my parents like we did when I was a kid.

And the wedding was held in Pelham, so when my brother and I arrived by train a few hours early, I suggested we walk by our old house.

Memories came back with every step: the daily walk to school, playing with friends, curfews that always seemed to early.

While I'd been growing up and traveling the world, it appeared very little had changed in the last 25 years.

The old homes on our block look just as they did when I was a kid running around having acorn-throwing fights.

Somehow, the whole neighborhood seems to have shrunken down from what I remembered.

I guess that change in perspective is normal when you're literally twice as tall as before.

Our Tudor house looks exactly the same, even down to the landscaping, and giant oak trees looming overhead.

We continued walking down to the main strip, past a plethora of pizza joints, and the store which use to be a candy shop where I'd spend my allowance every chance I'd get.

We then walked a few blocks to the church for an intimate ceremony, followed by a reception at a nearby restaurant.

As much fun as it can be to hang out with an international contingency of friends and bloggers, there was a warmth to being surrounded by family for a few days in the place where I grew up.

It reminded me that wherever I go or live in the world, there's no place like home.

And home for me will always be New York.

Dave Lee

Dave is the Founder and Editor in Chief of Go Backpacking and Feastio, a food blog. He's been to 65 countries and lived in Colombia and Peru. Originally from New York, Dave now calls Austin, TX home. Read the complete story of how he became a pro travel blogger.