We all need a place to call our own. It doesn't really matter how big or small, a house, an apartment, land, a room of one's own. What matters is a corner in the world that is special to us, that is our nest. Home is where the heart is? Well, I take my heart wherever I go, and everywhere I go isn't exactly home. So what is it? I watch the birds return time and again to their home, their nest. And I think it is simply a matter of that place you return to. A place that wraps itself around you in comfort. That makes you feel
safe. And for me, the place that sings to my heart, where I plant my garden, invite friends and family, laugh too loud or cry too long; that is home.
