We seek comfort in the familiar. The warm snuggle of an old t-shirt. The comfortable contours of our own beds. The aromas of the kitchen. A fine glass of wine. An entourage of hungry dogs focused on every morsel we eat. Places and faces that define our every day lives.
Exotic global locations don’t match the joy of the mundane and the daily norms — the proverbial grind of the all too familiar spin bike, my daily coffee stop, the faces behind the counter that make my salad. The early morning ritual of my puppy licking my face to say “Daddy, let’s go. Nature calls”.
Maybe that’s why we call it home — a place we can just be ourselves, and find joy in the ordinary.
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