In the UK, well, to a supposed Northerner, even most of the north is alien to me, except for a small part of the Yorkshire dales. I never in all my growing up there ever felt I belonged. Partly it was social -- wrong class, wrong religion, wrong region, wrong gender, very good student coming from a background which didn't seem to promise that. Though my entire family was a bunch of high achievers, huge props to our parents who left school at 12, people did in those days in that section of society, in that religion, in that region.
And partly it was the climate which was killing me, seriously. I was a research subject when I was an undergraduate for a bunch of newly minted doctors doing a residency at a research hospital in the city. One of them, he was very young, not used to the impact of a doctor's comments to a patient, which were better made to his colleagues, said, well you're of special interest since you're unlikely to live beyond 30 in this climate! I guess he thought he'd better write fast.
But I found I felt more at home in France where I went to work as an au pair as a teen, than I ever did in the UK. And not at home at all for one minute in Canada where I spent a summer with family. And at home totally and forever in the US, where we knew nobody and started totally from scratch. Go figure! But it's not perhaps so surprising since some of my family did the same thing, landing in New York in the 1850s and similarly, as far as I knew, never looking back. So perhaps they felt this way, too!
Home, home on the Pond...
The first time I came to New York, it even smelled right! the sounds were right, the atmosphere a bit too high strung for this introvert, but nonetheless. Then we were in Wisconsin for a couple of years, career related for Handsome Partner, and was that ever alien corn.
Living, finally, on the eastern seaboard with the ocean on the correct side of the land, and within an hour of my house, not unlike growing up in the northeast of another country a bus ride from the sea (that was the part I liked), I felt finally I'd arrived where I was supposed to be all along. Never looked back.
Even though I had to learn all new birds and flowers and how to grow stuff, amazing that I could grow things like tomatoes and corn and pumpkins right outside in the weather! to this northern clime person that continues to be a major miracle. But it feels so right, too.
I've explored quite a bit of the US, largely in the course of business travel where I would tack on a day or two to a trip just to mosey about. California can never overcome its unfortunate drawback, having the ocean on the wrong side of the land, how can that be? it's flying in the face of nature! and I couldn't seem to breathe in Wisconsin, way too far inland, beautiful and clean air, what a treat, but still too much land all around. No edges.
What about you, blogistas? did you have to move to land in the right place? are you still looking for your right place? were you born in the right place anyway? are you a wilderness type? a countryside type? city type? mountain type? eclectic I can live anywhere happily type? Please chime in, not necessarily in six words!
