Every landscape begins somewhere. Here are a few examples to get you started:
The place that calls to me isn’t famous. It’s somewhere with dark night skies, old trees, winding trails, and enough silence that I can hear myself think again.
I hope one day I find a place where I instinctively know how to belong. Not because everyone is like me, but because I no longer feel like I have to become someone else to fit in.
I’ve always felt drawn to mountains. I don’t know whether I’d live there forever, but I think spending a season surrounded by peaks would teach me something I can’t learn anywhere else.
There’s a small coastal village I’ve never visited, yet every time I picture my future, I somehow end up there. I don’t know its name. I only know the feeling of walking narrow streets, hearing gulls overhead, and realizing I finally slowed down enough to notice where I was.