My parents came from two different coasts in the US. Both their families came from Europe — Italy and the United Kingdom. They met in Japan, had two of my elder brothers, and then moved to the SF Bay Area, where they had my other brother and me.
I was only 9 months when dad got transferred to Manhattan, as we wanted to be closer to mom’s parents, since dad’s folks had now passed over. I don’t have any memories from that time, but I know that I feel California is my home. All growing up, from the time I visited again when I was 13, I knew I was going to live there, where people seem so nice. Now, I’ve lived longer in the Bay Area than anywhere else. It still feels like home.