If you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are. The land you live on, the ground beneath your feet, the trees in your yard, the garden you tend — these are not merely scenery; they are your life. To live without a home in the world is to be diminished, to lose the ground of one’s being. To make a home is to make peace with a place, to learn its ways, to be patient with its seasons, and to live in gratitude for its gifts.

Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace