This aspect of place is very interesting - thanks for raising it, Bosun's Call!
I feel most at home where I grew up, a little country district in Queensland. I still live not far away, and every time I go there, I feel that it is my country! I feel about it much as I imagine our indigenous people feel. It is my country, my place. I belong to it.
However - when I first went to Fort William, I had the instant feeling of coming home also! I knew that was where my family and my clan came from - it is still the heart of Cameron country. Sadly, it was before I began family history research. Still, I went for a walk up on the moors above the township one day, and stumbled across - or was I guided to?? - a little cemetery all by itself, in the countryside overlooking Glen Nevis. There were many John Camerons buried there. When I got home and told Dad about it, he said that one of them was almost certainly our ancestor. He was always very keen on Cameron family history, and when he was able to take a big trip, some time later, my dear Dad was able to visit this little cemetery and confirm that our ancestor is buried there. He may not have known about it if I hadn't found - ermm, been guided to - it!

Strangely, I've never had that feeling about my English and Irish roots, or my French ones, although I love French language and culture. I wonder why we resonate with one ancestral place and not with others

MarieC