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Originally Posted by chattiesmom  When I was young we used to go camping - every summer to the same campground in Central Florida. Heck, we usually even got the same campsite. Well one year we did something unexpected and went to a different campsite that I HAD NEVER EVER BEEN TO before. When we got there I KNEW where everything was - it was like I had spent a lot of time in that place - a happy familar feeling. |
I know what you mean. When I was 13 I went to England with my mother's friend for 6 weeks. I had never been on a trip with family much less without so you'd think I'd get homesick. Nope. I felt like I was home the whole time and when I was standing in the airport waiting in line to get my passport stamped, I cried. I didn't want to leave, I felt like I was leaving home instead of going home. How weird is that?