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.

FRIDAY FUNNIES
As financial pain piles up, things just might turn ugly in America
I am angry that life doesn’t work the way I once learned it should
Overconfidence in financial models will lead to ruin in coming collapse
THE McELROY ZOO: Meet Oliver, the furball who taught me to love cats
New information demands that I change some of what I think I am
I’m more afraid of sanctimonious smart people than of stupid people
Online exposure doesn’t bug Lucy, but humans require some privacy
Ordinary miracles fill our lives, while we still demand wonders