I know I'm home because:
The fridge is stocked with a variety of drinks and fabulous food.
The toilet is clean and any hint of grime is nowhere in sight.
The bed feels firm and I can't tell how many spring coils are poking up from beneath me.
I don't have to wear slippers around the house.
I can relish the soft kiss of a breeze without worrying that its going to give me a freezing love bite.
I sit, not alone, but in the company of a little furry attention-seeking rascal.