This morning while on the bus on my way to work I saw some migratory birds, and was a little surprised at the warm feeling that sight produced in my heart and the smile it put on my face. Then I realized it it was because I'm in a country where I know all the signs of the different seasons, and this means the start of autumn. It hit me that I really have lived here all my life, and as opposed to Australia, everything here means something, all the small signs in nature actually tell me something, without me even necessarily knowing it.
I think that's what you say about what you would call home.
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