The memory of me..

I have lived in many places.  Each place has had a unique part in my life.  As I visit places I used to live, I see myself in the memories people have of me.  It is never the whole me they see or expect but the part of me that grew while I was in that place and in that time.  It is a disappointment because these memories do not hold all of me.  I visit many places but it's always the same.  Where can I go to find all of me?  The place where my experiences and deseos and all that is me lines up?  --March 20th