I’ve only ever experienced one earthquake and one hurricane respectively—both forces of nature occurred at times when I was not at my home for I was traveling. Which is why this week has been an unnerving and unusual experience. For the second time, I will have experienced both an earthquake (yes, it was minor) and a hurricane, but they will have affected my home and my comfort zone.

There is something about “home” that is sacred, safe and sturdy.

The east coast has always been my home, and New York has recently become my newest home. But in times like these, of anxiety and instability, I am reminded yet again that it is not the buildings, or the apartments, or the cement that makes up my home.

My home has been and always will be the people I care most about, and I suppose that it is that fact that is part and parcel of the most unsettling of all threats—that those people could potentially be at risk of injury.

So, as an ode to the end of a beautiful summer, and at a time where many of us must reevaluate what it means to stay home or leave home—it can only help to focus on the individuals who make us feel sacred, safe and sturdy.

Have a great weekend, and take care.