The world is full of homes...

For me moving and staying at home, travelling and arriving, are all a piece. The world is full of homes in which I have lived for a day, a month, or much longer. How much I care about a home is not measured by the length of time I lived there. One night in a room with a leaping fire may mean more to me than many months in a room without a fireplace, a room in which my life has been paced less excitingly.

Margaret Mead (1901-1978)(1972). Blackberry Winter: my earlier years. New York: Washington Square Press. p.7.