Holy are the hills, I am filled with awe for them.
I found, after living in a flat place for several years, that I missed the mountains with a physical ache.
These are the hills of my childhood - knowing them by heart, dear and holy to me, yes!I can relate to how you felt, living in a place with no mountains in sight. They are natural markers for a sense of direction, bearing points for my grounding. For the last twenty years I have been living by the sea. Albeit I love it in my own ways, I have to admit, the flat horizon bores me after a while. (I smile.) Especially to a "rolling hills" soul like mine. Thank you, dear Iulia.