After moving from Mexico to the United States, I have realized that besides having personal connections with other people and holding memories with them, there is also great significance on the connection a person has with a place. Moving does not only mean to leave a house behind to dwell in another. It’s leaving behind your childhood and yearning to see the couch where your adolescence made you cry or the kitchen where your mother taught you how to cook Grandma’s secret recipe. The feelings that rush through me every time I see pictures of my old house are proof of how important it was for me to live in that two-bedroom apartment. I had never thought of all this until I moved to start a new life in a new house in another country. The emptiness of our new place gave me chills the first time I stepped in it making me want to run back to Mexico. However, it was replaced by warmth after I began to feel connected to my new house. It happened when my family and I started to make the place suitable for us—when Mom changed the bulb of the lamp, when Dad fixed the closet, and when my sister and I arranged the books in the bookshelf. It was when we began to form memories in our new house that I started seeing the place as mine and realized that “bonding” with the place you live is a significant part of life.