And in a way, there's more to say

Isn't the idea of a home such a weird one?

Like there's always some place you're from, and always some place you have to get back to. You have a limited time to wander, and then it's back to where it's safe. Otherwise, what? We'd wander around and then go where?

There's a true identity to the reality of things. Why does someone act the way they do? Because this is how they are and this is how they see the world. It's all so predictable. Behavior patterns.