These are excerpts from a recent trip to visit my family - I am going to see my family after close to eight years. Actually I haven't seen my older brother in over 20 something years. The feeling is overwhelming and incredible. I am wondering how wonderful a trip this would be? All the changes and growth. Now, apart from aging have I changed? I guess we all do, however the only thing that comes to mind is the feeling of love and peace. Knowing I would be in a place where I am appreciated and cared for. How close do we come to this feeling when we live abroad or are alone. For once, all those thoughts of fear of what is next, are gone because I am going home. I love my family. Why this sense of peace? What is you concept of home?