home is where the heartache is...

[lagilman]

So I come home and turn on the tv, and Rachel Ray's current Food Porn channel special is on... Tuscany. Specifically, Siena.


Am homesick. Am so horribly, horribly homesick. Whatever I did in a previous life to be exiled for so long, am I forgiven? Can I go home now?

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[wyldflamingo.livejournal.com]

Ok, I'll be honest if I don't know if you're teasing or not...but regardless...have been exiled to Southern California for the last 9 months, and exile has been lifted as of last week. So, to make a long story short, whether real or not, I utterly sympathize with your exile!

[lagilman]

Not entirely joking, no. First visit to Siena was like my soul coming home. Second visit confirmed the first visit had been no fluke.

Not this life, perhaps. But before, and hopefully again.

[debg.livejournal.com]

Oh, crikey, take me with you.

Drop me off in Montevarchi, so I can drive up the mountain and down the white road to the podere, and fry up some wild sage, and munch out with my feet in the stream, and the farm's horses drinking a few feet away.

[housellama.livejournal.com]

I feel the same way about Scotland...

Something about the Highlands calls to me. It rather sucks. I hated Braveheart as a movie, but I could watch it for hours for the scenery and the music

-Tug

[liuseth.livejournal.com]

I'm sympathising utterly with you at the moment.

We're currently on our last trip up to hubby's family home in Alaska. (his parents are moving to MN later this year) This is only my fourth trip here, but each time it has been like coming home. Something about this place just resonates within my soul. I'm almost as heartbroken as he is that his parents are moving. We're getting as many walks in around town, and doing as much as we're able to soak up the ambience.

Kada - whose heart belongs in Australia and Alaska.