I'm back in Colorado, and for some reason, it feels like home part of the time, which I guess is normal, since this is where I'm from. But I also tend to feel a bit lost, like my real home is out there somewhere, if I can just figure out where. It's not a bad feeling, in fact, I think it's what drives a lot of us to wander, searching for home, whether it be an actual place or a state of mind.
I think for me it's more of a state of mind. I've actually felt more at home in places I've hardly explored, like the hills of Montana, than I do in places where I've lived for years, like parts of Colorado.
|A rare sight above Moab, Utah|
What makes a place home? I'm not sure, but for me it seems to be a number of factors, which include how good the espresso shop is and how far it is to wild lands, as well as how many people are there (the fewer the better, but that's sometimes hard to reconcile with good espresso shops, as they need customers).
But for now, I'm happy to call Colorado home for a bit, even though it's supposed to s*&# here in a few days. (To me, it's not "snow," but rather "s*&#.")