See you vatos at home, homes

It is cold, damp and windy in the Pacific North West, typical of the season. These are the types of blustery days that make hiding indoors particularly sweet. The cold weather always makes me feel fortunate to have a key around my neck, that unlocks a door to a space that is mine. A smoke, some music, and a nice phone call is a good substitute for a night out in the cold.

A friend of mine and I were discussing how occasionally it happens that you are feeling a certain way that the English language has failed to coin with an expression, or define with a word. Have you ever had the notion of missing a certain pal at a party, even though most of your friends are around? Or just not being able to properly enjoy meal because the company is not who you are wishing you were with? I want a word for that.

Here is a good coming home track by TIGA also check out the DFA remix