Roots

Almost every time I talk with someone about what is most important to them they tell me it is family and friends. As they continue to explain, the underlying appreciation of roots and community surface. With very few exceptions, human beings want to belong somewhere. It doesn't matter if you live in downtown Toronto or the jungles of the Amazon, we all want to have a sense of community and place.
Some people live their whole lives in one geographical area. They know the history, people's names, where to shop and have routines which have been honed over a lifetime. I yearn for that. At the age of fifty-four the longest I have lived anywhere is nine years. I am ready for some roots, ready to find a place to spend the rest of my life. That may sound a tad dramatic, but given my age and genetics we are talking thirty years at the most.
So, where will this desire take me? It could be anywhere in the world. But wherever it is it needs to be near water with a few people of like mind. Beyond thst the list gets fuzzy. However, despite my dauther's pleas, I am pretty sure it won't be winnipeg.