For the two two decades of my life and then some, I felt at home in my birthplace in the canadian province of
Prince Edward Island. It was where I was born, it was where nearly all the people I knew lived, it was the place with a geography that I knew reasonably well (and my three summers' work at a tourist counsellor had little to do with that). Really, I identified the Island as home by default. It was the territory that I knew best of all.
This changed in the early summer of 2004. I was driving with
talktooloose and some others as we returned from a visit to upstate New York on the
Queen Elizabeth Way highway. The Toronto skyline became visible--the CN Tower with the adjacent office towers of downtown--and my heart skipped a beat. Toronto, I knew, was the place that I wanted to be home the place that I was quickly coming to love, the place that I wanted. I certainly haven't been disappointed.
What do you call home? Is it something as large as a nation or as small as a neighbourhood? How did you come to this decision? Was your home something you chose or something that you were born into? What event sealed the decision for you?