Do you ever have those days when you just want to be home? On a stressful day you need to go home, curl up on the couch with a book in your pjs, and relax. For some reason the familiarity of your four walls is so comforting. When you move, however, it can feel like you’re not home anymore.. just yet anyway. In the last two years I have moved more times than I can count, and it’s emotionally trying. I can’t even imagine how hard it is to be homeless for that reason alone. Obviously it would be stressful to not know where your next meal is coming from or where to go when it rains, but on top of it all they are denied the comfort of relaxing in a familiar place. Everyone needs one place to be their sanctuary on those days when the world seems like too rough a place to be a part of. Because of that, I can’t wait to finally settle down permanently and not only have a house, but a home.