No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

There is a magic in that little world, home; it is a mystic circle that surrounds comforts and virtues never known beyond its hallowed limits

We are all longing to go home to some place we have never been — a place half-remembered and half-envisioned we can only catch glimpses of from time to time. Community. Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats. Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power. Community means strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when

A house is a home when it shelters the body and comforts the soul.

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family

Since I travel so much, it's always great to be home. There's nothing like getting to raid my own refrigerator at two in the morning.