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I do get that connected feeling of 'this is where I come from' whenever I'm out in the flatlands of The Fens - the bleak emptiness of that landscape and it's skies is totally a part of me BUT no way do I want to return to live there.

Stronger for me is the more generic feeling of connectedness I get whenever out in 'nature' (I know none of it is natural) and away from settlements and people. Could be on a beach, in the woods or up in the hills but that feeling I get of 'this is where I belong' is way stronger for me than the pull of 'home'.

If I had to put places to that feeling they'd probably be Wells-Next-The-Sea or Salthouses, the northern Lakes, in and around Glencoe/Rannoch Moor, West Penwith or even just up the local woods at Wakerley.

Wherever herself and the dog are, that's home. We have a house but that's just bricks, mortar, glass and timber.

I was born and have lived most of my life in Ipswich, anywhere out beyond the Deben river south of Aldeburgh is my favourite outdoor space.

I was born and have lived most of my life in Ipswich, anywhere out beyond the Deben river south of Aldeburgh is my favourite outdoor space.

I grew up just up the road.  That strip from the Deben up has always been a favourite riding spot as well as the area north of Ipswich out towards Debenham and beyond.  

Ride there with my children now when we visit my folks, up through Ufford, Framlingham and Yoxford to Dunwich or more coastal version via Snape and Eastbridge are always favourites. 

I moved south nearly 30 years ago and Suffolk no longer feels like 'home' but I'm not sure the South is either. It's where we live.  

I'm truly home when I'm with my family and/or out on the water or surrounded by countryside.  

@reluctantjumper, if you ever want to escape Cardiff, if only in conversation, I’m sure @molgrips would join me in welcoming you for a coffee or beer at the Chapter

Yes absolutely.

My little patch of Kent I suppose. Not a particularly posh part but fairly rural and I'm old enough to know now that I love the countryside and dislike cities. Hoo, Wainscott, Richest... heck, Medway in general I suppose.

I used to really want to move to Cornwall one day but as much as I love it there id really miss Home. Driving, walking, riding around here I'm constantly hit with memories of childhood. The conker tree next to the church, the WW2 pill box I used to climb on, on Upnor beach.

Memories everywhere. I can't imagine not seeing those places again even if I lived somewhere much more scenic.

All that being said, I have an absolute love affair with the South Downs.... Even though I've only really seen the SDW. Sometimes up*very* close.😉

The South Downs are also close enough to Kent for me to visit my old haunts. Unfortunately I'll never be able to afford to live there. Never mind.

I'm back home.

Actually, 'we' are back home, my lovely wife grew up here too.

We went away for a while, sometimes quite far away, and mostly separately, but came back when we started a family.

I think my spiritual animal must be a Salmon.

I grew up in the North East. Blyth to be precise. It never did me any harm, but whenever I go back to visit my parents, I realise there nothing there for me. If it wasn’t for my family, I wouldn’t go. <br /><br />

I settle very quickly, so when we moved to Yorkshire for @ahsat work, I was settled within the first day. <br />Whenever we go to Scotland it feels like somewhere we could live, just has the feeling of a place that would suit our lives. <br /><br /><br />

Riding, Thrunton always felt like home, but I don’t think my riding abilities these days would do it justice. I do have the original car park map from 1989 in the cellar!

Ultimately I don’t think there’s a particular place other than with my wife @ahsat

I left Shrewsbury when I was 18 but it still feels like home to me.

And South Shropshire, where I spent my teens pushing my bike up hills, somehow even more so, in a weird intangible way.

Being on top of the Stiperstones just makes me want to take a big deep breath in and say 'aaaaaaah'. Even when it's pissing it down and blowing a gale!

I grew up in Herefordshire... studied and worked in Manchester... now live in West Yorkshire... the place most like home is around Marple/Mellor/NewMills/Rowath/LittleMill, where we were when we started our little family. Or the Malverns. Or Long Mynd. Or FoD... where my Mum lives now. Oh... I don't know. I feel pretty damn at home in Sedona.

I've not found it yet. I've spent my whole life, thus far, feeling oddly out of place. Thankfully I have an amazing wife otherwise I'd be lost.

Apart from a 5yr semi break at uni etc I've lived in or near the Chilterns for 50yrs, absolutely feel part of the woodwork but the last 10yrs have been 3 miles from the actual hills & I have had feelings of grief, luckily an inheritance is going to give us the opportunity to move back into the hills with beautiful walks and rides from our doorstep 🙂

Anyone else get the almost indescribable feeling of being “home”? And do you listen to it, or just plough on living elsewhere for other reasons?

Yep, around where I grew up. But an economically depressed area so I live elsewhere rather than be poor. Feel like I'm supposed to be there though, and I don't feel like I'm supposed to be where I am now.

I grew up in Malvern, it will always be my home home. Seeing the line of the Malverns from the M5 after not being back for ages is a joy. It's got little to do with the people really, it's a feeling. My wife got it when I first brought her there from where I now live in Glasgow, it's just quite special, you can feel on top of the world, looking out over the flatland of worcestershire or gazing over the rolling lumps over Herefordshire over to the black mountains, and still be a very short stumble from the civilization that surrounds the hills.

I currently live in Glasgow, have done for 23 years and it grew on me. It wasn't an immediate bond, the language and manner that people speak to each other can be viewed as cutting and coarse, but behind the high volume word-spitting is often a friendly intent.

There's the genuine shite too, but it's city life.

Only other homely feeling place I've lived, where I was a bit miffed not to have had the opportunity to stay longer than the year I was doing my MSc, was Newcastle. To me it was a very friendly and welcoming place and I missed it when I left.

I spent a few months on and off, up in Kirkwall Orkney for work. I sank nicely into the life there. If I thought I could find a way around managing to satisfy my MTB habit, and find a job there, I'd move. Stornoway was sort of similar, but strong religious types and me don't mix well.

I grew up in Thurrock. It's shit. Any of the other places I've lived  have felt more like "home" than the 18 years I spent there. Used to loathe walking through town, especially at night from the station.

F-me it was a shit-hole.

have not lived there for over 30yrs, but every time I step off the train in Edinburgh,I have this enormous feeling of ‘I am home’.

Almost exactly that, but more so the Pentlands than the city itself and for the extreme feeling the drive up through Glencoe.  There is something about the shape and colour of the hills and mountains that is locked into me such that I don't realise miss them until I see them again and then it is such a deep feeling of great memories without any if them being specific.  Like Lovewookie describes the Maverns