Home is in my mother's arms. And at my grandmother's kitchen table.It's the moments with friends filled with laughter accompanied by good food and great wine. Home is in my favorite book, in the peaceful stillness of my home.Home is feeling the sand beneath my feet. Home isn't a tangible place, it's a feeling. The intoxicating feeling of belonging. Of safety.Feels Like Home is the musings of the fearful dreamer. It's the anger that permeates the brain and sorrow that seeps through our pores. This book is for those who crave that feeling of home, who struggle with the intensity of their ambition as they chase joy. It's for those who worry whether they'll ever fulfill their dreams but remain committed to trying anyway.It's for me.It's for you.It's for all of us.
