Home is a blue and white planet, beneath the stars. I consider earth to be my home. It is good to know that in this entire chaotic universe there’s one planet on which I can rest my feet, where I feel safe enough to relax and enjoy life.

But home means more than just that.

Home is the feeling of relief I get when I come back to town after being away all day. I live in a very small town (Happy Camp, 1200 people) in the center of the Klamath National Forest. It is about 80 miles to Yreka, the next-largest town in the winter time. During the summer we can drive 40 miles north to Cave Junction.

Going out of town for groceries, supplies, or entertainment usually means being gone most of the day. It means hours on wheels. Coming home requires a long drive through the forest on a winding mountain road in the middle of absolute nowhere.

There’s nothing quite as wonderful as parking in front of the post office after getting back to town. I turn off the car, look up at the old wooden Bigfoot statue, and breathe, “I’m home” and “thank you God”. I’m always glad to be back in Happy Camp.

But home means more than just that.

After getting my mail, I drive to the other side of town, up the hill, and up my bumpy, rocky driveway to the three-bedroom cabin that’s been my home for the last seven years. It is such a feeling of relief to come back to this spot, to my familiar surroundings, my kitchen, my computer, my bed.

Home is a place where I can be myself, pursue my interests, and not worry about all the people that are out there, doing other things that I’m glad to be away from for a while.

Home is a sanctuary. A place where I feel safe. A wonderful, peaceful, happy place of my own.

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