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I’ve been walking around New York City all day — first to Barnard, then NYU, and finally to my dad’s office building. My feet were tired, and I’d been so distracted by the schools and the sights that I’d forgotten to eat. As I’ve suffered from morning nausea for years, I skipped breakfast, and then I forgot to eat lunch, so the only sustenance I’d had for the day was a caffeinated Starbucks coffee. However, I wasn’t feeling very hungry, even though it was five in the afternoon and I’d woken up at 7:30 that morning.

As I traversed my dad’s building, I recognized the sights and located his office. There he was, standing in the doorway and greeting me with that familiar grin.

I wasn’t home yet — not by a long shot — but when I folded myself in his arms for a moment before his next call, I realized that homes are portable.