Feelings of homesickness

As I age, a strong desire to feel a sense of place is growing ever stronger.
Having grown up in a migrant workers estate in Nineteen Seventies Coventry, I do feel a sense of affection for the city. Yet always tempered with a sense of detachment and remoteness.
Now forty Eight years old, I yearn to commit to live and grow old in a place with some weight to its character.
This is Glen Etive, just down from the battle site in my story.