Over drinks with a friend last night who shares the wanderlust I do for travel, I shared my recent travel stories as well as my sadness that my most recent international trip put me off of traveling for awhile. All I really wanted to do was go home and nest. I think it was my general distaste for Italy but I also think there is something about your hometown that literally draws you home.
Growing up, my family and I lived in Arlington Heights, but my parents also had homes in Colorado and Florida where we spent every holiday and 3 months each summer. My "hometown" of Gulfport Florida is a sleepy bay town on the Gulf of Mexico and every few months I wake up with the desire to go "home" to Florida. As soon as I can smell the saltwater in the air, it feels familiar.
So I did some research on books about this topic, and found some good ones.
Hometown Tales:Recollections of Kindness, Peace and Joy by Philip Gulley

and American Profile Hometown Cookbook: A Celebration of America's Table by Candace Floyd
I am already getting restless for another trip, so it's off to Las Vegas in 2 weeks. Now I have to finish my Vegas travel books.
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