What is home? Is home the one where you are born? Or is it the place of your parents and their parents?
Maybe it's the one where you are brought up? The one where you grow up? Is home the one where you got your first job, bought your first mattress, or made your first meal?
To have some place to call home is itself a privilege. To know that you can go back to something solid, or are rooted in a singular, tangible place is a joy.