Everyday we go to different places; whether to meet someone or having vacation; but it is not the same as being and feel comfort in our own home.
Perhaps our friend’s bed during sleepover is quit cushy and soft but it won’t beat the feeling of sleeping in our own bed and wrap ourselves entirely with a big long soft blanket.
The sensation of going to the kitchen to make ourselves a breakfast while still in pajamas; ignoring the fact of our worst-morning-sleepy look; is the ultimate experience.
In other words; nothing feels like home.
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