What’s a place you visited that felt like home?
I had to think about that one for a minute.
And the more I thought about it, the more I realized I don’t really have an answer.
Not because I haven’t traveled. Not because I haven’t been to places I really liked. I think it’s because I’m pretty intentional about where I go in the first place.
And once I’m there, I’m usually pretty comfortable.
Michigan feels like home because it is home. Florida became home because I decided to make it home. I can get in a car, drive somewhere completely different, settle into a routine, find my coffee, figure out where I’m going, and before long I’m good.
I’ve never needed a particular city, house, or zip code to make me feel like I belong.
Maybe home isn’t really a place for me.
Maybe it’s a way of living.
Give me my morning coffee. Give me something I’m building. Give me a car to screw around with. Give me some work to do, a goal to chase, and the freedom to control my own day.
I can make that work just about anywhere.
That probably explains why I can picture completely different versions of my life and genuinely like all of them.
I can see myself in Florida by the water.
I can see myself back in Michigan with a big shop, cars everywhere, and something new being built.
I can see myself spending months on the road, driving across the country, hitting car shows, races, auctions, and whatever else looks interesting along the way.
None of those feel foreign to me.
They all feel possible.
I think there’s something freeing about that.
If your happiness is tied completely to one house, one city, or one particular version of your life, change can be scary.
I’ve had enough change in my life to know that the scenery can change without changing who I am.
The location changes.
The house changes.
The cars change.
The business changes.
The plans definitely change.
But I’m still me.
Still getting up.
Still having my coffee.
Still thinking.
Still building.
Still chasing the next idea.
So maybe I actually do have an answer to today’s question.
There isn’t one place I’ve visited that felt like home.
I bring home with me.
-Nick Francis
NFA


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