I wonder if everyone has a mental image of a place in their head that means "home" to them? A place that, as you are driving in a car and you see it, you feel that sense of recognition, that sense that you can relax because your drive is nearly over. I've always had one. Back in the rural area where I grew up, the water tower of the tiny town near our farm was visible for miles, rising above the corn and soybean fields. That was my "home" signal. And there was a certain curve in a two-lane road that told me I was nearly at my grandparents' home.
Now I use this grouping of trees. This small eucalyptus grove grows on the corner just before the turn into our neighborhood. Like that old water tower, it's visible a ways off, and tells me I'm home. I'm at my "place".
"Place" doesn't have to be impressive or old or elegant or beautiful. It just has to hold meaning for you, to resonate somewhere in your soul.
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