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.

Listening to our own inner voice can be the toughest thing we do
A question I’m scared to answer: Why haven’t I made another film?
Since I’ve lost status I once had, it’s a shock to see I want it back
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
Most narcissists instinctively steal approval that you deserve
Police threaten to seize my camera for crime of public photography
Nature made me like my mother, but my father tried to erase that