Katie and I head back to San Francisco tonight after 10 days of fun in Austin. I feel confused about what "home" means. Who/what/where is your home?

I still think of Austin as home. That's probably why I haven't been there in 6 years. Too painful to visit.

I have no home right now.

I live with my dad.

i don't feel like i have a home.

my mum has moved a few times and while i feel welcome at the new house, there's not really room for me or anything i 'remember' from when i was a kid.. so it doesn't feel like home. however, when she passes, it'll be passed to me and my sister. maybe i'll feel differently then.

the only place that's still there since i was a kid is my dad's house but i don't, like, have a room there. he has extra rooms and my old room still has some of my stuff in it, but it's still not.. mine. my grandmother came to visit and cleaned out my stuff and put it in the garage.

and my apartments have never felt like home. i think i more feel home in the people i surround myself with. my mother's arms feel like home.

this is one of my favourite quotes from garden state:

You know that point in your life when you realize that the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore... all of the sudden even though you have some place to put your shit, that idea of home is gone... or maybe its like this rite of passage... you will never have that feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something... maybe that’s what family really is... a group of people that miss the same imaginary place...

I don't think home is necessary a childhood place. I think it's a place where you feel like yourself, safe and comfortable and relaxed.

The last place I felt was home was the first [and only] apartment I had all to myself. My dad's house feels like a home only because it was my home for so long. But it still doesn't have the same home feel that my apartment had. I wonder if that makes any sense to anyone other than me.

I also think home as the people you surround yourself with, but I also feel like anywhere in Canada is home to me. I was born and raised in this country. It's home.

I wonder if you have to be truly comfortable with yourself to make home anywhere you make it.

Not New York.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fOLsnPgD7E

I found home when I moved to New York City five years ago.

I used to feel like the town i grew up in is home. now i feel like certain PEOPLE are home. home can be anywhere as long as i'm with certain people.

Home is in my shoes. In fact I've even founded a country in my shoes, where I'm president (or king, or dictator depending on my mood) and only citizen! I think everyone should start their own country in their shoes.

Home is where all my stuff is. I have stuff at my apartment at college and at my parents house in West Virginia. I call both places "home". Any other place I've lived at during college (dorms) have not been "home" like this apartment. I have my own little room and I can put my books on the coffee table. I can make ramen and tea and mac and cheese and have my own little bottle of milk.

Yeah, home or no home, the point is we should get the fuck out of California.

home is anywhere i lay my head. i was born and raised in new york, lived in greece for a year, london for three years, glasgow for another one. i'm moving to india in september. my mom came to new york from scotland. my dad came to new york from india. i look hispanic. i only speak english. i am foreign everywhere, and at home nowhere, which means anywhere.

Home is a hard thing to define. I'm actually in Austin right now and I can't bloody stand being here. Even though we're in the middle of a week-long family reunion. Mom, Dad, Sister, and myself all in one house along with Sister's baby. I tend to feel better in places that remind me of places I've lived. Driving in the hill country reminded me of the drive south on Jeju island. Certain cafes remind me of Poland.

Right now, home is America. I'm just trying to narrow it down.