Homo Sweet Homo

This weekend, I realized that I don't really have a place I would call home. I've lived in so many places, that I really have no roots to any area. I've lived all over this country, and I don't see me settling in Ohio, but it does make me wonder where I am going next. So far I have lived in:


Pittsburgh PA
Buffalo NY
Washington DC
Miami FL
Atlanta GA
New Orleans LA
Paris France
Santa Fe NM
Las Vegas NV
Los Angeles CA
San Francisco CA
Portland OR
Seattle WA
Florence Italy
Chicago IL
Tempe AZ
Maui HI
NYC NY
Boulder CO
Denver CO
Athens OH
Akron OH
Cleveland OH


It just hit me that having roots is a part of my life I never even realized I was missing, until Sunday night. I think it was just listening to people talk about the area they've grown up in, discussing their relatives they are close to, and having a history. I don't have that anywhere, and that makes it hard to create any where I am at. It's something that military brats and I have in common, the feeling that if they disappeared today, nobody would notice.

I guess it makes me wonder...what defines a home? What makes a particular place a home and someplace else not?