The arid winds feel familiar to you. This oppressive, sweltering and dusty environment would keep anyone else away, but you know what it wants to say. You were molded by the harsh life of the Wild West, amidst coyotes, cacti and the smell of recently cooked huevos rancheros. Life finds a way, and in this place, you feel at peace. As you look at the weathered wooden sign and the barrel cactus, green as ever, you know you are home.