I Have Left My Heart In So Many Places

I’ve realized since starting to write this that I feel tied to places, more so than other things.
Am I the only person like this?
The Black Hills, for example, I hold so many memories there. But I don’t categorize them in my mind as “family” or “vacations”. They’re just The Black Hills. That place where yes, I went on a vacation, and yes, I went with family, but it was so much more than that. It’s my Peter Pan Happy Thought. The close my eyes and escape place.
But it’s also how I knew San Diego wasn’t my place. It was just a nice touristy place I went once and saw the beach. But the beach doesn’t do anything for me. I don’t feel soothed by the waves like I do rolling hills.
There are other places I know aren’t meant for me, but a few I think might rank up close to the hills. Kentucky for one, is beautiful. If I had to pick a second favorite, between that and the farmlands in Nebraska would be close. Both feel like home, and both are stunning to me. Right after mountains, I love farmland.
I can’t wait to discover more. To find out which places speak to me and which ones I’m ready to move on from. J says he wants to buy an RV and tour the US, I say yes if the kitties can go. Although they’re going to need some practice driving time after the disaster of driving them home for Christmas. Maybe by the time we retire they’ll be ready for the challenge.