I have been reflecting these days on how our sense of self is related to finding a space where we can feel safe, which we can be “at home”. It may be a place, but it is more likely found in the acceptance and love of others. We search for this all our lives. Without it we are restless, even lost.
One way to express the crisis of our time is to say that most of us have an address but cannot be found there.
I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.