“Homey”, “Nesting”, “Burrowing”, “Den”. It’s probably no surprise that the words we use to describe things are are warm, and safe, and comfortable are also words we use for homes. When we want to make some other place, say a cubicle, feel better, we bring in artifacts from home.
Our homes jumble the relationship between us and our community like a kaleidoscope. They’re a reflection of our inner selves, but they’re also a reflection of both our status in our community, and our perception of what we’d like that status to be.
But what happens when our home isn’t a place we want to be, but a place we’re forced to be?