My dear,

Home is the fortress that shelters you from the storms of the world. Home is the warm embrace of a space so well known to you. Home is the last refuge. Home is the realest imaginary friend you’ll ever have. Home is not confined to walls, or to geography, or to the motions of time; home is where the heart is.

The invention of home was just as important as the invention of the wheel. In fact..

Home is an invention on which no one has yet improved.

Falsely yours,
Ann Douglas