When I woke up this morning I was thinking about what makes us call a place home? How do we define where our heart is meant to live? Can we be content anywhere else but that one place?
What brought this all on was walking outside this morning and the fog rising off the snow since the ground was colder than the air. There was this faint smell of Spring in the air and birds chirping. My warm cup of coffee kept me warm.
I wondered why it is that Traverse City feels so deeply like home to me? I moved a lot as a kid but always called the shores of Lake Michigan home even when I lived in the hills of Kentucky. There just has always been something about the season changes, the smell of pines, the faint scent of fish in the summer, the sight of the lake any time of the year, and how simple and slow life can be.
It made me wonder how we all identify that place we call home. I always know I am home when I cuddle into bed next to the one I love and there is this instant overwhelming feeling of comfort.
Everything about the images above made me feel home and I wondered how you all defined home to you. Have you always lived in the same place? Have you been to one place in life and known right away that was where you would always call home? Or do you define it by the people and things that are near you?