I have moved thirty two times in my life which is an average of once every two years. Some places that I moved to I felt that I was where I was supposed to be. They were my place in the world – others never felt like home. Different factors will make me feel as though this is my place. In Vanuatu it was the smell that invaded your nostrils the minute you got off the plane. That earthy rotten fruit smell will always make me feel as though I have come home to my place in the world.
I am much more in my place in nature. Big cities do little for me and I look forward to escaping their confines. I feel calm and peaceful wherever there is water, clouds and trees.
There is a much more important factor however in whether I feel as though I am in my place in the world. My place in the world is where my heart is. As a child it was with my parents and brother.
where my animals are
and where my love is. This is where my place is in the world.
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge