I love it when my friends come over to visit from the Basque Country. Not only do I get to enjoy them in my turf -which is awesome in itself- but I also get to experience Boise through the eyes of a newcomer again, in the same manner I did when I first got here 17 years ago: houses with big yards, turning right on a red light, or handing out your card to the bartender to open a tab seem as normal to me now as buying a loaf of bread every morning used to be when I lived in Bilbao.
I found out a few weeks ago how unforgiving time is on the outside, but it is during those visits that I realize how much I’ve also changed in the inside. I used to think I would move back to the Basque Country some day, and I still do when things over here get tough or I have a bad day. However, the longer I live in Boise the smaller the likelihood of me going back becomes. Four years from now, I will have spent half of my life in Euskadi, and the other half in Boise. I might have grown up in Bilbao, but I became who I am here, in the United States.
I went to the shooting range once, held a gun in my hands and it was actually fun (except for the company, which could have definitely been better). I sometimes go to the gas station in pajama bottoms. My mom would have a heart attack if I went out like that to the little market below our apartment. I buy carrots and different dips to snack at work. I’m not sure I could handle having to hang up the clothes in a rod outside my window and then spend two hours ironing the stuff.
Yeah… I miss my family, and I miss my friends, and I miss my town, but I’ve come to the realization that I am here for the long run. I might even naturalize. Wow. I need a drink.
- Basque news: Udaleku 2013 and Elko’s 50th Anniversary/NABO Convention
- New naturalization requirement