Coming home is where we find peace, to be able to sleep in your own bed, to be able wander around without feeling your in the way. Some are nomadic, enjoy wandering the planet without any real roots, some though have to have a base, a rock, a place to go to at the end of a day.
A home is not the bricks and mortar that builds the place, a home is the people inside, the family we have and the comforts we collect and surround ourselves with, its sanctuary, its shelter, its safe.
Sit a while and look around your home, at the people you share it with, then be blessed for what you have.
This is the Silver Jubilee bridge that divides my home town, from here I know I am but a few miles away, it brings comfort when I see it after a long journey.