Where is your somewhere?
In Hundred Miles to Nowhere, I find my somewhere in a place and a person.
Where is your somewhere?
I’d love to know about your somewhere, whether it be a place, a person, an aspiration, a belief, or something else entirely. Please tell me about your somewhere in the comments section below.
One commenter will be chosen randomly later this year to win a free book and CD.
After 25 years of living, and working all around the world, from the oil fields of western Canada to a villa on the cote d’azur France I finally found my peace on a small farm in the Sangre de Cristina mountains of New Mexico.
Jim, your somewhere sounds incredible. Delightful, poetic and peaceful. I hope that I one day get to visit your Sangre de Cristina mountains!
While I did leave my home to live several other places (Los Angeles, New Mexico, Canada, Fargo), I eventually came back to the far northwest of Minnesota. I always had a deeper connection here than anywhere else. It literally has inhabited my thoughts and dreams my entire life, never letting go. The last 12 years I have written about it heavily on my local history blog and my memoir blog…
Isn’t it funny how home pulls us back even when we love the other places we visit? Thanks for posting your somewhere, Trish!
By choice, I have lived for all but six years of my life in the same small town in MN. My home now is built on the corner of what was the farm of my childhood. We have raised 5 children here, and most of them have moved away, but come home often and all have said that this was the best place to grow up. I love to read and I have seen the world through author’s eyes. When we retire we hope to travel but know that it will always be good to come back home. My husband is also an outdoorsman and has introduced me to the beauty and wonder of nature.
What a beautiful testament to the power of place, Celie. Thank you for sharing your somewhere.
I was born and raised in northern Indiana, and even though I had a great childhood and several friends, it just never felt like home. We traveled around the U.S. when I young and every place seemed better than Indiana. However, it wasn’t until, at age 22, when I visited our Nation’s Capital that I found my “somewhere.” I took a vacation to Washington, D.C. Before the plane even touched down, I knew. Flying in, looking over the Potomac River and all the monuments, my eyes began to water and my heart began to swell. I decided to move there during that vacation. I lived there for nearly 20 years, and the feeling of awe and wonder never vanished. Ever time I crossed the bridge from Virginia into DC and saw the Jefferson Memorial come into view, my breath caught. Every time I walked the streets around the White House, my mind would get lost in the thought that I was walking down the same roads that Washington, Adams, Benjamin Franklin and other fathers of this country walked down. I now live in Minnesota, having moved for a job, but Washington, D.C. will always hold my heart.
Amanda, What a beautiful testament to Washington, DC. Thank you for sharing your somewhere. And I’m glad you are finding ways to keep your connection to your dearest DC while living in Minnesota. I hope you get out there to visit often!