“It also helped us reevaluate what we really need in order to feel like we are home in any given place. Spoiler alert: it isn’t my clogs, and it isn’t even my sprinkle collection. A house becomes a home, I learned, when I can cook in it and giggle a bunch with the people that I love. It doesn’t need to be complicated, and the kitchen doesn’t need to be fancy or extensive. Home, I found, is just a big batch of shallot-heavy matzo brei, Nick reading his newspaper at the table with some coffee, Bernie cuddling her bunny, and a cat or three with some allergy meds. My face moisturizer and Roku stick also help.”