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.

To think clearly, turn off the tube: Your television is not your friend
To see how I’ve changed over time, notice which women I’ve fallen for
The more I understand humans, the less I believe we’ll ever all get along
When it comes to ideas, should we prefer complexity or simplicity?
I’m still the kid who might burn your clubhouse if you cross me
As I grow and learn, I have to leave more of my ideas behind
China’s one-child policy: Unintended consequences on a grand scale
When I’ve done something great, nothing seems impossible to me