I realized that after this weekend I spent at home, that "home" is a lot more then just the physical location of me being where I was raised my entire life. Home is the place of rest. Home is the place where I don't have to fake it. Home is the place that I can drop the past and be present, here and now. Home is more then good food and a better shower nozzle and cable television and an even better mattress. Home is comfort. Home is a place of appreciation for life and the people around you.
If I ever need a renewed sense of joy and passion in life, I go to the place where it all first started.