Have you ever felt an intense longing to return to a place you’ve never been to before? To walk along those roads again. To rest awhile in its embrace once more. To reacquaint yourself with the people and the houses, the nooks and the crannies, the roads and the twisting, winding paths that you’ve never been on before.
Like this beautiful cottage somewhere in the English countryside…
…or walking the road to Santiago…
…grape picking at a vineyard in France…
…or watching the sun rise and fall into the sea…
Sunrise in Kanyakumari
Photo courtesy: Mehul Antani, via Flickr
From where do these longings arise? This deep desire to return to a city so familiar that it feels like you must have been there…sometime…but you never have. Is it a faded memory of a past life? A desire for a different life? Or an ache for all that you know you will probably never achieve?
Have you ever felt this call? Do you have a theory about it? Do share your thoughts in the comments.
