I completed my weekend's mission, and early Sunday afternoon, I arrived back home. And the first thing of significance I did was run on my home turf. I needed to be back home, and once again stake my claim. Running is one way I mark my territory. Running is one way to find my way back home.
Home is so multi-dimensional.
In one sense of the word, home is everything good, and everything we desire. Home is not where we've been, but it is a combination of where we are, and where we are going. Home is where a warm embrace is always waiting, and home is where warmth, love, and comfort reside. And what we used to call home, as I discovered that weekend, is a place that, once you leave, you can never go back to. After all, home is not a place on a map.