It rises with chronic illness, agoraphobia, a broken hip, a lack of transport, a neighborhood made dangerous by neglect. When the index hits 0.8, the front door becomes a museum artifact—beautiful to remember, impossible to exit.
We began tracking this index unconsciously during the pandemic. Suddenly, billions of people experienced the same metric. Zoom calls became data points. Grocery delivery slots became economic indicators. The number of days without touching soil or seeing a new face became the truest measure of our time. homebound index
No judgment. Just observation. That is the first step to lowering it. It rises with chronic illness, agoraphobia, a broken
We have metrics for everything else: the Dow Jones for economic health, the UV index for atmospheric danger, the Gini coefficient for inequality. But what measures the slow gravity of staying put? Suddenly, billions of people experienced the same metric
Because a home should never become a horizon.