As teenagers, many of us couldn’t wait to get out of the house, get out on our own forge a life in newfound autonomy. Our society and, in part, instinct tells us this is the way it should be. This can be a great time of growth. Yet the longer we are away, the more we may realize that home isn’t such a bad place to be. If we are willing to admit it, we may actually long to enter the familiar door, see the comforting sights, and take in the unforgettable scents that comprise our past.
There’s nothing like the sense of ease and fulfillment we experience when we are in the presence of those who know and accept us. Some people may not have that kind of association with family; but there are friends whose very presence is like going home.
As we grow older, we often find it difficult to make time for the places and people we cherish. Like the little five-year-old who found school an alien place devoid of “his people,” we look forward to being in the presence of “our people.” Family, friends, and the familiar places they inhabit can be a shelter, a refreshing respite for mind, body, and spirit.
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