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.

Storms can end without warning, bringing hope of blue skies ahead
‘Conservative’ and ‘liberal’ should refer to temperament, not politics
Advocates of ‘limited government’ are the true utopian dreamers
A haunting question: ‘Where is love now, out here in the dark?’
Rights or choices? It might be time to re-frame the debate
My own question now faced me: ‘Would a healthy person do that?’
We’re all prisoners of a culture which demands that we conform
Childhood programming trains us to wait for authority’s permission