Eveline's home is the source of complex responses. By that I mean, she clearly knows it well; she can catalogue every passing instant, and every object in it means something to her. It is a source of safety because it is known. At the same time, it is a kind of trap. She's there, and she's still afraid of her father's anger and living in a swirl of memories of her mother. She wants to start over, but she's anchored there, in her home. It means so much that it overwhelms her.