Psychology of Keys

So it's an interesting perspective that I have on keys, I've always notices that my use of keys mirrors my mental or emotional state. In the past, often when I was living out of state and I use to take long drives on country roads or even on roads that I didn't know turned into country roads I had in my hand a lot of time my car keys.
These long drives allowed for stress release, self reflection, crying, and laughing and many times helped me get through what I was roughing.

Now I've taken note of this behavior in myself before, how and when I hold onto my keys, the nervous out of pocket jingle, the self defensive hold a key between two fingers (in the event of having to cut a hoe) and from my own interpretation is how and what key I hold when entering my own home. Many a times, before leading up to a long, long drive I use to try to use my car key to unlock my apartment's door. This was my signal to myself that something was wrong and out of balance. "Why would I try to use my car keys in my door?" and many a times it was because I wanted to escape, flee the situation that I had gotten myself into. Was it a bad roommate situation, a tied down with bills situation but always something in my life was out of whack to where my body knew I had to be. I still do from time to time do this.
A lot of the time, when I am stressed leaving work my keys are the first thing in hand as I know I will soon be in my car however oddly enough now that I live back in my hometown I do not take the drives that I once took? (that will have to be another blog I guess)
But today it was an interesting thing, I coming from my parents home and having to use my key to get into their home I, upon approaching my own door, to which I rarely look at what keys I'm using to get in to their placement on my keyring stopped short when I, in my hand had my parent's house key in my hand as it hit the lock. I should note that my father had bought fun keys the last time, his with red racing stripes and mine was a multi color key and this stopped me in my tracks.
I had had a minor discussion with my Mother about having/needing to move to set myself in a better place financially and the "house" key hitting my home lock hit me. I am really looking for a place, a home of my own. Now the new living situation I am pondering by no means is me entering into my own residential capability however it would not be here where I have slowly turned away from, not yet yearning to be away from but still not tied down to.