I have always wanted to travel the world and see if any place out there was like my home. I am fortunate to have two places to call home. The beautiful place of the Navajo Nation, and the Fort Apache Indian Reservation. The most precious things about these places besides the location, is the people and the journey they have taken. We as Native Americans have endured pain and torment that only so much is written in history books.
Tradition is our most precious thing that should be held high. Tradition is the sole of our roots. Without it, we would be lost. The most respected thing and the thing that identifies us as Native Americans, our different cultures. For my heritage and culture, I am proud to say Arizona is my home. My second home would be that of the White Mountains, a beautiful place, green and heavenly. Nature and the joy and sorrow it brings to both the known and the unknown. It truly is a beautiful place. A world unlike any other. Fresh mountain air and the calmness in the air. Our resources are there, nature supplied us with air, green trees, water in rivers and lakes, and even the ones that come from nature herself. Arizona is home and I’m fine if nobody else sees what I see. I know what I know because Arizona has taught me about myself, you feel in touch with nature and you begin to find yourself. The feeling Arizona gives you is beautiful. That’s why Arizona is my home.