Name some geographic location you have a strong but random personal connection with.
I'll explain. It shouldn't be where you live now, where you lived in the past for any significant amount of time, or where you grew up. It shouldn't be a place where you frequently visited or vacationed. You may not even have specifically set out to visit this place. But nonetheless, this particular place has an importance or significance to your life or your past in some way, even if you only had been there very briefly or sporadically.
Basically, it should be a place that circumstances not fully within your control brought you to or made memorable.
Maybe something major happened to you there, good or bad. Maybe you happened to see something there that you'll never forget. Maybe it was where someone important in your life lived. It could be a town, a state, a landmark, whatever. But it has to have some personal significance to you other than having lived there or vacationed there.
Since I'm starting, I'll go first.
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. My first love lived there, I never did. It was a long distance thing. This was just before the internet and email became widespread, so we communicated via letters and phone calls. Several years later, I remember going to Harrisburg to see her because I thought there was a chance things could be rekindled. Sadly, I left Harrisburg heartbroken. But the mere memory of that city brings a flood of emotions to me, even years later.
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Went in December to Melbourne to visit my cousin. I wanted to go to Tasmania,
but he told me there was no time in our itinerary.... I was really disappointed about it.
He got called in to work on an emergency, and Sunday and Monday opened up!
My husband and I hopped a plane for two days in "Tazzy".
It was nothing like I expected and more than I had ever dreamed. I felt enlivened
the moment I got off the plane. Images of the area come, unbidden, to me almost every day.
I found out later that the quality and pureness of the AIR is the best in the world. Maybe
that is why it affected me so.
Here's a picture of my husband, soon after we arrived, taken at about 7:00 am Tazzy time.
He threw open the curtains and exclaimed, "Well, at least ONE of us is having sex here tonight!"
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Eilean Donan Castle.
So picturesque, yet so real and accessible. I felt like I could have lived there....The Kyle Of Lochalsh, gateway to Skye.
I'll put that on the list of places to visit when I finally get over there.
My daughter and I have recently discovered the TV series Monarch of the Glen on Netflix and we love watching and imagining living in a place like this:
That's a stunner.
For sheer take your breath away, the biggest surprise castle view I've ever had was Blenheim Palace.
In England though, not Scotland. Had no idea it was so GD HUGE!!
We got there near closing time, and they practically had to drag me out of the gift shop by my heels...
When I was a kid, I'd imagine that I lived there. Rather hard for a kid from Chicago. Happily, I've been there twice, once staying for 10 days. 
Yosemite
I used to take trips there by myself in the off-season just to drink it all in.
I love American Folklore stories....the Lost Colony of Roanoake Island i heard about a lot growing up in SC.
Also Oak Island, the home of the fabled Money Pit. It's in Nova Scotia.
(see what you can learn by watching re-runs of "...in search of..." 
I 'visited' there once.
The experience was memorable.
Not for the reason you think.
Google it.
Spent 13 days there in the late 90's. Best vacation ever.
I have no idea why, I'm an African-American woman living in Ohio. I've always been fascinated by English history (not "British" so much, meaning, any of England's history prior to the Union of England and Scotland Act of 1603, after Elizabeth I's death). Frighteningly enough, I can name all of the British monarchs, in order, from Edward the Confessor down to Elizabeth II. No, I'm not a monarchist, just a freak.
I was lucky enough to visit England briefly on a tour with my Mom in 1989, with a 9-day stay, 4 nights of it in London, but I've never had a real chance of returning (that trip also included 8 days in France). Every time I see a film or watch a show that takes place in London, I get a horrible yearning. Weird, can't explain it. Got it today, when I watched the latest episodes of "Luther." Very strong yearning.
Get a similar, but lesser, pull from the South Pacific. Again, I was lucky enough to visit Tahiti for 10 days in 1999, and Hawaii for 9 days in 2001. Won't get the chance to travel again until I retire.
My dream would be to live in England for a year or two. I'd always come back home, but I wish I could do that.
PS: watched all seasons of "The Wire" this summer, love your nic.
