Two Places That Felt Like Home

What’s a place you visited that felt like home?

For me, there are actually two places.

Bakersfield, California.
There was something about being there that made me feel like I belonged. I can’t really explain it. Sometimes you can visit a place and something about it just feels familiar, even when you’ve never lived there.

Then there’s The Bahamas. 

The Bahamas feels like the kind of place I could actually live. I love peace and tranquility, and there’s something about being surrounded by the ocean, beautiful scenery, and a slower pace that speaks to me.

So I guess I have two versions of home:

One place made me feel like I belonged.

The other made me feel like I could breathe.

Maybe home isn’t always one specific place.

Sometimes it’s simply the place where something inside you says, “I could see myself here.”

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