This land of mine has been my home for thirty plus years now and it will always have a place in my heart and tug me back from whatever far flung place I happen to be. However, there are a few places that rival its sacred spot and I also consider them to be a home away from home.
Vermont
My father's motherland. We visit often in every season, but I will mostly associate it with summer holidays, beach days, ice cream, and relaxing. And for a brief time in my youth I considered moving there for summer work, but then didn't. True story.
Montreal
My mother's hometown. I have fond memories of time spent with my grandparents and cousins around my age (important to an only child like myself). Cumberland was our street, but rarely did we actually do any touristy things. It was just about the family time. I associate it with cozy homes, warm hearts, and French baguettes.
London
You can't be surprised this would be one of my homes away from home. Pre-London days I didn't understand the appeal and had no desire to even visit England, but when I found myself there by opportunity and circumstance, it just felt like where I was supposed to be. I was completely taken off-guard by this feeling and I still can't quite put a finger on it. It might have something to do with how I feel as a person when I'm there, I associate it with my independence and feeling my most self-assured.
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