When I visited Michigan State University as a possibility I felt very quickly that I could live there. It was the only school I applied to (mostly out of laziness, insecurity, some paralysis from fear, and some general depression) and that feeling of it being a great fit for me pushed me through. When I arrived to my dorm on the first day and met my roommates and floormates I instantly felt at home. I never was homesick and I never had a transition of any sort.
When I moved to southeast FL after college it was an instant fit also. The trip down I started to feel a weight off my shoulders and once there (I stayed with a family friend at first) I was happy and at home.
Residence Inn in Sebring, FL makes me happy. Sebring is nothing to write home about, but for some reason that hotel and the staff is great. In general Residence Inn makes me feel that way; it’s one of my first choices for hotels. I feel at home there, except for the rare occasion when the hotel is getting a little worn.
When I was in the Catskills last year I felt at home in a way I didn’t expect. I think it’s the air or something. Like a memory from childhood. When I wasn’t living in FL it used to happen to me as I drove south of Gainesville, or stepped off the plane. The humidity, warmth, and smell, feels like home. Even through the crazy horrific year we had moving back here I still felt an overall joy and calm being in this climate.