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.

I didn’t realize this until tonight, but I have been needing to cry
Could Hillary Clinton be the next president of the United States?
More than ever, big crisis makes me long for family to take care of
As I quietly watch my world burn, I’m painfully aware this isn’t fine
You’re wrong! If you don’t agree, you’re just an evil, lying moron
I’m trying to do something new — and I don’t know what to call it
Another ‘Atlas Shrugged’ moment: ‘Reasonable Profits Board’ proposed
What if biggest risk to our lives comes from our own unhappiness?