Hillandale in Durham, NC. It's where I grew up, hunted for balls in Ellerbe Creek, played my first round, went sledding, went parking with my girlfriend, just a couple of blocks from where my parents still live. When I drive into town the few precious times a year that I get there, I pass it on the way to "home", and I know I've arrived. And when I play there, I feel like a kid again, without a care in the world.
I'd love to play Sand Hills, and NGLA, and Shinnecock and a million others. I'd love to play TOC and The Ocean Course again, along with a million others that I've been blessed to play so far. But if I've got one round left in my life, I'm at the 'Dale with my brother and Gary and Chuck, playing 'til dark on a summer night.