We all yearn for home, that four-letter word encompassing for each of us what it means to belong — to a place, to a group of people, to an idea. Home is a felt sense. The drop of shoulders when we walk through a door. The odour of love in a crinkled shirt. That moment when buried in a new book. Home is where we experience ground in the midst of chaos, experience our deepest sense of self.
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