What is it about a place? What is it that imprints a place on your heart? What makes a place feel like home whenever you’re there, even if it isn’t?

Are there places that put a magic spell over you? That cling to you when it’s time to leave, begging you not to go?

Can you only have one special place like this? Or can a person have these feelings in more than one? Does everyone have such a place, perhaps hidden in their heart?

And who among us is lucky enough to live in that place that tugs at their heart? For a few months or even full time?

I’ve spent two weeks in one of my special places, way up in the tip of Michigan’s little finger.

But I feel the same sense of belonging, the same tug on my heart when I’m in the Keweenaw Peninsula way way up north. So I know I can love more than one place at a time.

Maybe it’s the peninsula thing. Being on a spit of land surrounded by huge bodies of water. Maybe it’s being far away from a city and city lights.

Maybe it’s the crisp air, the huge vistas, the wind in the trees and the splash of waves on the beach.

Maybe it’s just magic. Maybe it doesn’t have to be understood.

Maybe it just is.