To 3-year-old Solo our worlds are different in the simplest of ways.
Oregon is cold. Mexico is hot.
Oregon is rainy. Mexico is sunny.
In Oregon everyone speaks English. In Mexico everyone speaks Spanish.
In Oregon he has cousins. In Mexico he has friends.
In Oregon he takes long baths in big tubs. In Mexico he screams through his shower.
In Oregon the swimming pool is chilly. In Mexico it's warm.
In Oregon he has to play inside. In Mexico the back door is always open.
In Oregon Nonna makes popsicles for us to eat. In Mexico we buy paletas on the street.
In Oregon the parks have swings and slides. In Mexico there's a sandbox and fountains.
I often forget that to him, it's not so complicated.
It's really as simple as Oregon is where we visit, but Mexico is home.
