Things seem so glum and blah right now. It needs to get sunny out again. Actually, I just want to go home. On the topic, have you ever felt the desire to go home, but you were already home? I've deduced that in those situations, the home that you feel pulled towards is God's home. Like heaven, or whatever you want to call it. I imagine that if you're in heaven... oh its just the ultimate feeling of comfort.... of bliss and happiness. Not from having material possessions, but just because God's love is clear and all surrounding up there... I'd like to imagine anyway.