It is funny how certain places in the world just feel good to you. Sometimes it was chosen, like your childhood house or where you had your first date with your first love. Other times the world chooses them for you and they are slightly less picturesque: A certain surprisingly large rock you lunched on during a long hike; A small, dimly-lit shop at the back of an artisan market; a rode you drove down regularly with a specific destination in mind but somehow that road's curbs burn in your mind more than where you were going; a block corner you end up at in a new town when you were lost but had not a fear in your soul; A tree.
The spiritual me wants to believe that these special places have some magnetic quality that pulled you there and will draw you back again. but, the psychologist in me begs to differ. she thinks these are just places where you had a strong feeling of happiness or realization. the truth is, i feel both. These small spots on our earth are what i identify as my home.
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