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.

Conservatives have lost their way as few defend individual freedom
To become extraordinary people, we can’t behave in ordinary ways
Understanding often matters more than solving someone’s problems
I’m still the kid who might burn your clubhouse if you cross me
We forget how to be happy, but children and animals remember
Out-of-touch Keynesians still think ‘digging ditches’ is a good idea
Briefly: Expect the unexpected as my site migrates to new servers this week