Woken up in the middle of the night by a fire drill in my apartment building. Stood outside in my pajamas in the cold wind for half an hour. The security guard handed me a crumpled blanket and said, 'Don't catch a cold, young lady.' In that moment, I suddenly realized that this blanket felt more like 'home' than all the cold marble in my apartment. It turns out that a sense of security isn't about how many locks are on your door, but about someone remembering you might be cold.