It is the nest carefully constructed by the old world sparrow in the hope it’s offspring remain safe.

It is the pub where the landlady knows not only your name but the intricacies of your most recent breakup.

It comes in many forms.

The rustic aroma of the freshly roasted beans used in your local coffee shop.
The barber who’s voice is an accustomed one and needs no instruction to the task at hand.

Most importantly, 
The indescribable feeling of warmth that one tends to miss when months have passed since you began the journey that extended the rope further away.

Familiarity and community can be underrated to the adventurer at heart,
but both slowly begin to creep up.

Inevitably, the wandering mind remembers how home feels.


DV