Constant State of Travel

I am realizing that a constant state of travel also means a constant state of longing,

I miss New York every time I am in midtown Toronto

I miss Connecticut every time I see a glimpse of the past autumn

I miss Amritsar every time its time to eat

I miss Bangalore every time the weather is not nice

As you might imagine, I never have a good answer to the question

"Where are you from?"

Which is why I loved it when the last hostel I was staying at asked

"Where are you traveling from?'

Toronto, ON