Many people in this world are unfortunate enough not to have a home. I cannot envisage how absolutely terrible that must be. I have not only never been homeless but I have never lived in an unhappy home - albeit my life like most others has had some unhappy moments.
A few days ago I made the comment "I arrived home (yes, it is home - I can have more than one home can't I?) yesterday morning." Spesh commented that "A thought to ponder on - Can you have two homes? I don't think so. In my life home is not just where the heart (which we only have one of),is but where we pay our income tax!! N.Z. is a wonderful "abode" to enjoy for 6 months of the year."
This got me thinking. I have only one heart. But on many things (perhaps because I am a geminian) my heart is split. My heart is in the Hebrides were I have lived the larger part of my life and in New Zealand where I have lived partially since 2005. So on that criteria I have two homes. It's rather a minor point but I have paid New Zealand income tax on my bank interest here. An even more minor point is that the term 'Second home' is a common one.
For some people 'home' is not where they live anyway. Many, perhaps most, Scots living away from Scotland still refer to Scotland as their home even if they may never intend (other than in dreams) to visit Scotland ever again. I, on the other hand, have absolutely no affinity with the place where I was born and brought up.
In my experience (and it will be interesting to see what my American fellow bloggers say) Americans when asked the question invariably say the name of the State in which they are living at that moment. That's OK up to a point for me but I live each year equally in two places.
So where is home? I don't know. I don't really need home to be defined. I have one. I have two. The fact that I don't have no home [double negative intended for emphasis] means that I am blessed. For that I am grateful.