Returning to the childhood Home

"I was back in the house where I grew up. The front door opened the way it always had, and I stepped inside without thinking. Everything was where it belonged: the creak in the hallway, the light through the kitchen window, the corners of the rooms I knew by heart. I walked from room to room, touching the walls, and felt as if I had never left. Nothing needed explaining. I simply belonged there, at home in a place I had not lived in for almost twenty years. Other houses I had lived in since never appeared. It was always this one. When I woke up, the feeling of the house stayed with me. I lay still for a moment, a little wistful that I couldn't step back through that door, but also comforted, as if I had been visiting an old friend. A soft, familiar warmth lingered as I started my day."