Home. It’s the other thing we humans long for. A place we can let go and feel safe. A place we feel nurtured. Some people can’t find that in their house. I always think it’s the saddest thing, to enter your house and not feel at ease, loved, embraced, cocooned. But instead to feel angry, uneasy, scared.
I assure the young ones I know who don’t have a real home that someday they will because they will make it for themselves. I want to give them hope that there is a home in their future. A place to be safe.