As I got into my car after work Thursday, I felt a vague sense of unease. Something felt wrong. But what was it?
There was something wrong. Something was missing.
I went through a mental checklist, but there was nothing obvious. I wasn’t especially hungry or thirsty. There was no pressing need that I was overlooking. But I felt a wave of crushing emotion and then a thought hit me.
“I want to go Home.”
As the waves of emotions rushed over me, I knew what was going on. I wasn’t feeling a sudden need to go to the house where I live. I was filled with the crushing need for something which we all know in a deep part of our unconscious collective psyche.
Home isn’t just the place where we live. Home is a state of being in which we’re where we belong, among people who love us, where we fit and are accepted. To be Home is to experience the magic of knowing you are exactly where you need to be.

Little remains in me of the person I was when I married for lifetime
Can you spot the change in this video? Most can’t — and most don’t notice the world changing, either
Do we rescue abandoned animals? Maybe they’re rescuing us instead
Competent, beautiful girl mirrors what I’d love to have in daughter
The more nutty a preacher becomes, the more rabid some supporters are
For rest of my life, I’ll constantly re-interpret mother I didn’t know
AUDIO: I might not love you if I don’t imagine that you’re perfect