Walking around the SF Bay Area and calling it home feels pretty good. After moving and traveling for so long there aren't many places in the world whose little touches and subconscious mutterings convince me that they're home. Northern California, however, cheated and started whispering to me when I was very young.
For the first five, impressionable years I called a place north of here home. Part of me never stopped. It's akin to seeing someone on the street that you thought you recognized. It's vaguely like deja-vu. I love it here.