Anyone home?

The consequences of undesirable circumstances often drive us away from home. No, not in the usual sense of the term. Your home is what you actually are. Don't we sometimes, or most of the times; want to stave off from our lines of rhythm to places that give us a false sense of elation?
Hit a car on the road. You and the victim car's owner would first assert the magnitude of damage you could inflict upon one another, given your position. Everyone is in a position to deprive you of your rights and freedom.
At times its your insecurity. You could lie about having a car even if you walk to office, to find yourself at home with the others.
Perhaps your home is the only place where you are just you. Where you can listen to old songs you'd otherwise be ashamed of listening to in front of others, where you can even wear your slightly over large or tight pyjama and can taste a kid's cereal.
Is anyone home?