Many roads to home

I've always had a secret love of walking around neighborhoods at night and looking into peoples' windows to see what's going on. I know, it sounds creepy but it's driven from harmless curiosity and a need to know - what are people doing? Are they helping their kids with homework? Are they reading a book? Or making dinner? Or watching TV, or talking, or doing an art project, or redecorating their living room? I think that this knowledge makes me feel more connected to humanity and it makes me feel like the world is a normal and peaceful place, even though in many parts of the globe that's not the case. There is something very comforting about a light on in the kitchen and some one reading a magazine on the couch, that feels like a home. 

And while we're more random and uprooted in our travels this year, moving to a new place every month or so, the word "home" has become more pronounced and important than before. A double rainbow - what does it mean!? I think it means a place where you are very, very happy.