“The charm of getting home, as I see it, is the charm of getting back to what is inextricably my own–to things familiar and long loved, to things that belong to me alone and none other. I have lived in one house in Baltimore for nearly forty-five years. It has changed in that time, as I have–but somehow it still remains the same. No conceivable decorator’s masterpiece could give me the same ease. It is as much a part of me as my two hands. If I had to leave it I’d be as certainly crippled as if I lost a leg.”
H.L. Mencken, Prejudices: Fifth Series