“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned”  Maya Angelou Even though I left home to go to camp during the summers, starting as early as age 7, I still remember the familial feeling of finally arriving back home after weeks away.  My bedroom was always much colder than usual and spotless, devoid of any sign of life—the carpets freshly vacuumed, my bed tightly made and my desk clear of any clutter.  However, it didn’t take me more than an hour or two to feel back in my groove, … [Read more...]