Being with people I love and care about. It’s. It a place, it’s a feeling.

I too have travelled a lot, lived in a lot of different place & countries and had an abusive home life as a child so 'home' doesn't mean the same thing to me as it might to others. I think of hearth more often as it contains 'heart' and the saying is that 'home is where the hearth is' so; I think its 'me ' I am my own home because of my past experiences ;I don't want to give my centre to anybody but myself.

A place you feel is worth investing your time, energy and finances.. I’ve recently made a major move, to me at least. And as content as I am with where I’ve landed ..I can’t help but stare dreamy eyed at other nooks & crannies of the region.. Thinking, damn - too bad we only get one go at life!

No longer where i came from … that may always feel like home.. But the more time, experience and friends I make away, the more ‘this’ feels like home. So much is in our heads…

"Home" is more fungible and flexible a concept than it once was. My wife and I are 100% telecommutes, so we had the luxury of choosing to live anywhere (at least in the continental US anyway) without any likely work-related constraints, so when we became empty nesters, we simply chose our current residential arrangements based entirely on where we wanted to live. It was kind of weird explaining that to people once we were here, as most people are here either because of some connection with the main employer in this town, or to family. Eventually to avoid lengthy explanations we just lied and said we moved here for family, and that satisfied people. For a time it actually became true, as my son joined us here before he died.

If my wife and stepson were somehow not in the equation, I might very well spend long periods of time in other parts of the world where I'm curious what it's like to live (and where some psychological distance from living in the Trumpish hellscape that 'Murica has become, seems less immediate and sullying). Places like Oslo, Reykjavic, and Christchurch might see me six months at a time, with my present locale as a "home base". Although that's probably easier in between my ears than in reality.

These days I think home is where various forms of intertia keep you. That inertia might be traditional inertia, like extended family or conventional employment, or simple familiarity; or it might just be the simplicity of not having to Make Arrangements of any kind.

Where I sleep and keep my extra stuff.

Privacy, ownership if only momentary. Family/pets if applicable. An anchor. A mortgage and responsibilities too. This changes a lot depending on whether or not I'm currently living in a tent.

Where I can totally be myself........close the door, kick off my shoes and be free to literally do as I please!

Home is a mailing address.

Easy: home is where my bed is.