What Bruckner 7 has to do with Arriving Home

I have been traveling for about 50% of my time over the last 3.5 years on an assignment where I'm finishing currently. Looking forward to a period of less work, more study, and hopefully more time at home.

What always was great for me, was arriving home. I arrived back home normally late in the evening, close to midnight - everyone asleep. Work was done, sat down and listened to Part 1 of Bruckners 7th Symphony. I've tried to analyze why especially this work has become of great importance to me.

Listening to Bruckners 7th Symphony - or many other Romantic Symphonies in concert halls was impressive and a great experience but it felt a bit like being spoon-fed and just before one can swallow it, it gets retracted. I tend to analyze the performance and not the music in concert halls. Listening over and over the same Symphony works better for me. I'd like to analyze and hear what is going on. This 'repetition' of the same work seems to work well with Bruckner 7. Having experienced madness during the week (suddenly terminated contracts of colleagues having great value of the company, the hire of people which I hardly can call 'human' - there must exist something between us and apes, death of a colleague, a software engineer calling himself 'Goldie', a software engineer who is using a number to mention his own name, meeting someone who has multiple wifes, each costing at least 30 goats (really, not joking here), or meeting a sales bloke who cannot drive his Ferrari out of his street because of road humps in Notthing Hill), the slowness and repetition of themes, the orchestra, the painting of the whole universe using a simple phrase by a viola-section brings me back to good old Mother Europe - brings me back home.

If other people also have such rituals, it will be appreciated.