The feeling of packing your bags up and heading home is always bittersweet, especially if it wasn’t in the original plan.
Sometimes we head home because we have failed, or the journey has become too tough.
Sometimes we head home because we feel disillusioned or lost.
Sometimes we head home because it’s the safest place to be.
Sometimes we head home because we have to.
Today there are thousands of people packing up their work desks and heading home. There are even more children saying goodbye to school friends and teachers and heading home.
Although this time is unprecedented, I can’t help but think of the many, many times in my life when I have followed my inner compass to the safest, most secure place I know. Whenever I have left lost, alone, disorientated or afraid, home has always welcomed me with open arms. Home may not have been plan A, but it is a Plan B I am thankful for.
Home is the hero.