Home is

Home is the place you miss more each day you are away.
Home is the place where you don’t wish you were somewhere else.
Home is where you begin, and where you end.
Home is where people know they can find you, and where you can tell them to leave you alone.
Home is where you don’t just walk away from problems, but solve them.
Home is at the intersection of peace and quiet.
Home is where nowhere else feels more like home.
Ted touched the Home key on his keyboard.
Nothing happened.
So, he touched it again, and waited.

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