The journey ends where it began—at home. But you are different now. The home is the same; you are transformed.
Home is not a place but a state. It is the recognition of belonging, the end of seeking.
The prodigal returns and is welcomed. No distance is too far. No wandering too long.
You have been home all along. The journey was discovering that you never left.
Home is where you are fully yourself—without pretense, without performance, without fear.
The longing for home is the soul remembering its origin. Follow the longing home.
Coming home requires letting go of what you accumulated on the journey. Travel light for the return.
Others wait for your return. Your homecoming completes something in them as well as in you.
Welcome home. You have always been welcome. You always will be. Rest now. You are home.