Greetings, @barakar, and thanks for the thought-provoking post. My thought as I was reading (maybe something many experience) is that "home" is often a mixed blessing. On the one hand it is a place of comfort and rest and security; but on the other it can represent something stultifying, a reflection of a rut, a lack of change. Likewise the routines we engage in everyday at home can be "homey" and pleasant or make us feel as if life is running on autopilot, rushing by in a blur of repetitive daily do-list items.
Just some thoughts . . .
To expand on this it could be a trap like a mortgage. What if your a vagrant? Sleeping in the streets of a city? Home can represent a place of fear and struggle. The place one man works, later becomes the shelter for another home. No comfort.