Ultimately, I walked away with this metaphor: A home is like a backpack. Throughout the trials and tribulations that uncertainty threw my way, I held onto the things that gave me comfort and stability. It saw me through my wildest adventures, my toughest challenges, and my most rewarding moments, acting as the prevailing source of security. It recorded the steps I took throughout my travels and displayed the things I held closest to my heart. Which is why it was important for me to understand that what I retained had to be of the utmost value. After all, a backpack can only carry so much.