HOME

Call me a homing pigeon, a nester, a homebody, whatever, but right now to me there is truly no place like home.

I walked in the door tonight after a fabulous weekend in Miami—dancing all night with friends, eating my body weight in stone crabs, relaxing in the sun--but nowhere am I happier than to be than safe at home, ready to sleep in my own bed. With all the uncertainties I face—what to do, where to go, how to feel—being in my own space, surrounded by familiar things—is the most comforting and comfortable place to be.