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.

Love & Hope — Episode 1:
It’s hard to take a scary chance, but success can be breathtaking
Keep your euphemisms straight: It’s ‘patriotism,’ not ‘nationalism’
When times turn too dark in my life, I’m grateful for furry antidepressant
Obama’s delusion about ‘explaining’ illustrates all-too-common narcissism
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
To unlock your heart for real love, you must embrace vulnerability
Fiscal sanity is dead because most people are irrational hypocrites
Without motivation, dreams fade,