As a young person, I could not wait until I left my home to seek adventure. The thought of staying where I lived seemed so dull in comparison to the vast array of experiences out there. In fact, I was certain I would never be tied down to a place for too long.

I certainly wasn’t a person to whom the words ‘settling down’ had any effect. In fact, I felt almost allergic to the idea.

And yet, in my mind, I knew I was never home.

Not just the home of my upbringing, but rich soil where I could plant my roots. No amount of adventure or supposed resentments of settling could shake the feeling that something didn’t feel right.

Which leads me to now.

Not only do I feel home, but I am giving a home to my own family while also inviting others into it. And even though travel is limited and adventures today are restricted, I ask myself:

Why would I ever want to leave?

Perhaps in another twenty years, I may think of a reason why.

But not right now.