As you turn the drive on the way back from the airport, you recall the thrill of first seeing the tactile structure of your home rise out of the earth, that first day Christopher's team were on site.
The house senses your approach and the security lighting brightens to welcome mode.
You catch a glimpse of yourself in the gleaming polished-steel surround to the huge oak door as you climb the steps.
You place your finger tips on the pre-warmed surface of the security-panel and you softly speak your name; as if to a long lost lover in the shadows of your mind.
The door swings silently and effortlessly open, beckoning you in.
You step inside. Perhaps, with slight trepidation at first, as the hair starts to rise on the back of your neck.
And then the rush. As that electrifying tingle of sheer excitement runs all the way down your spine.