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.

In spite of the ridiculous imagery, I still want to rescue my princess
Don’t believe angry words and deception from a wounded heart
VIDEO: Was it ridiculous that I had to learn good manners as a child?
The Alien Observer:
Why do so many find it funny to embarrass the people they love?
Feeling abandoned by a parent often sets pattern for entire life
Bernanke: Recovery ‘faltering,’ so let’s do more of what hasn’t worked
Shingle reminds me what it felt like for someone to believe in me