HOME, there’s no place like it. It can be a place, or a state of mind, but it is always where we go when we need to just be; that certain place where we feel safe. For some, safety is an illusion, but they still cling to their homes, and can only be dragged from them kicking and screaming. Even if one is homeless, it is part of the human condition to create a space that is one’s own, accumulate possessions, however meager, while jealously guarding both with their lives.

So, no matter where we go, or what we do, the place “home” remains a steadfast beacon to guide us back to our own personal peace. For those of us who would rather leave “home” behind, for whatever reason, we go about creating that state of comfort in our minds until we can claim another space that is all our own.