I never get tired of this image, this falling down outbuilding around milepost 93 towards Ellensburg. I drive by it a few times a year and every time I appreciate it even more - no matter the season, no matter how fast we're going.
My guess is that most of us have place much like this - whether it is seeing the wind turbines in Altamont, the Space Needle as you drive from the south into Seattle, the first sight of the Battersea Power Station on train towards London, a house or garden that we pass daily that reminds us that we're nearly home.
These are the places that remind us where we're rooted and where we want to go.
I'm not going to lie to you. I have been a lot of places this year and I still have the hankering to leave again, somewhere familiar but somewhere I can always find something new to discover. There is comfort in the familiar, no matter how far from home we are.