No outward doors of a man's house can in general be broken open to execute any civil process; though in criminal cases the public safety supersedes the private.

And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.

And she laid up his garment by her, until his lord came home.

And desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.

Home was truly the best place he could possibly be, but, alas, was not an available option.

The city was lovely. There could be no place in the world to which he belonged so completely.
That was why he'd always dreamed of leaving, and why he'd always been so afraid to go.