Ahaa I get you now, brother. You seem to be in the predicament somewhat like a blind man in a dark room groping for non-existent cats to bell. Keep on with the quest. And more importantly, keep hope alive."Home" as you uniquely define it will surely be. Warm regards.

I now realize that I'm homeless because I'm disappointed with love, or the promise of love.

And this disappointment has been concealed by a furious optimism, that accompanies my search. My journeying.

My inner unsettlement. An inner contradiction of humanity.

Home, is the heart. Where is the heart?

Oh what joy, that the heart is also the tree? Oh what joy!

Home, truly is heaven.

My wandering, my loneliness, tears I shed in secret, all the bitter stuff I stomach!

And in the breath. The breath.

I find home.

For those of you who came in late, the following is what Tycho(I) is trying to say.

By the way, the best way to understand The Whole of Tycho is to prick him so that Tycho(IV) comes out.

Translation:

It is Njaanuary.

The Mrs and the children had become accustomed to pampering that comes with the money pouring associated with the Festive Season.

Trips to the Coast(?)

Unrestricted Shopping at the Top Malls.

The Hiring of a Top Range Recreational Active Vehicle (RAV) for injunctions to maternal and paternal in-laws GichagiSides.

Toys for Jnr a new Mountain bike perhaps, what do you get the girl child as a Christmas gift these days. I have forgotten. Mine is 22 this year but I digress for that is another nightmare story for another thread.

Now the money is gone. Its sweltering hot and the landlord does not want to know. Or is it the mortgage bank demanding their installment or hell.

In short, being at home is stress.

But What am I telling you folks that you do not know about Njaanuary.

Oh. There is that last part. About the breath. That means that he is finally found solace in his eeeee Gachungwa?

Yes. The breath is the Gachungwa. My mother my lover.

Oh what a home!