Every time I've climbed a mountain and looked out on the horizon to find a sea of blue swelling ridges overlapping each other, the morning myst burning off their tops... I am met with a feeling of deep peace. Like I'm home but also ready to go on an adventure to see what's over the next peak. How can you feel at home and simultaneously ready to go? Maybe cause home comes with you. A sense of belonging is something you carry with you over the next ridge.