The #BringTheDonsHome campaign is approaching its terminal point.

The applications have been submitted, the deadline for public comment was extended this week but is still not far away.

Soon, very soon, we’ll know whether or not we can go home.

I’ve been thinking about ‘home’ a lot lately, both in my personal life and as it relates to AFC Wimbledon.

Plough Lane is home. We had a home. We left home in 1991 and we haven’t come back.

If the new stadium plans are approved it won’t even be home. Not right away. We’ll have to make it home.

That takes time, right? It takes time time spent in a place, filling it with your things and your life, bringing some of your people into it and filling it with their lives.

You become present in a place for long enough and eventually it stops being anyone else’s place but yours.

But it’s more than space, and it’s more than time, and it’s more than things. It’s more than this that makes home.

Neal Ardley was offered the job at Gillingham. He politely declined.

David Connolly found himself without a club but with other compelling offers. He came to Wimbledon, the club he played for back when Ardley was still marauding down the right flank.

Dave Anderson, having recently announced his departure from Harrow Borough, was asked on the Non League Football Show which of the many clubs he’s managed does he name first. He said it would, of course, be Wimbledon.

For these people, AFC Wimbledon is home. Even as we’re finding our way back to ours.

Home is a place, yes, but it’s also an idea. It’s memory. It’s longing. It’s other people.

It’s been 24 years. It’s time to go home.