from all the places that you've lived in, when you say the word "Home"

kind of everywhere I've lived...but the place in my dreams that is most often "home" although I never lived there is the house my grandparents lived in for 50+ years. My grandmother sold it a few years before she died to move into assisted living and it was torn down completely and grass planted where it stood a couple of years ago. But it stands in my dreams as home to me still.

Now, I consider the city I live in now to be a city and not a suburb, because it didn't spring into being to house Big City overflow, but has a rich municiipal history all its own. But that might just be me.

The one you're currently living in? The one you used to live in sometimes during childhood? The place you never lived in but wanted to, for some reason?

Wherever Tom is, really. My parent's house isn't my home. I only lived there for 4 years before I went to college. Maybe the house we lived i before then... but I barely remember it.

Most of all, where I live now, feels like home. We own it, it's ours. It has all our stuff in it and it is so reflective of who we are. We have a stake in it.

Nilly, I still say home is Hawaii, but by now I've lived there far less than half my life, and my childhood house is someone else's now anyway. I'll join Nora in the sap and say home is with Kat, even though LA doesn't necesarily feel like home.

I made a spreadsheet.

Which reveals:

• Countries: 4 (three more than once)
• States: 3 (one more than once)
• Parishes: 2 (in two different countries, one more than once)
• Boroughs: 5
• Cities: 13
• Counties: 4 (in two different countries)
• Islands: 4 (in as many countries)
• Provinces : 2 (one more than once)

Home is Jamaica, Montreal and LA.

I made a spreadsheet.

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from all the places that you've lived in, when you say the word "Home", what's the one that's in your mind's eyes?

Interesting question. I use "home" to refer to both my current apartment and my parents' house (where I grew up).

I think the SF Bay Area has always been Home to me. Though I have discovered that if I drive through any area that's similar (can I remember the name that applies? Oak Scrub Something) - golden hills dotted with oaks, basically - I feel at home.

Oh, and to answer my own question: when I say the word "Home" (and in Hebrew, it's the same word for "house", so I like the English distinction between the two better), what my mind's eye see is not the interior of anywhere, but rather a window. For the longest time on my way to my parents' place, from highschool, the bus-stops I used both during my national service and on my BA, and even after I moved out, I would get to near the building (they lived on the 5th floor), look up, and see if there's a light in a few windows: my siblings' room, the room I shared with my sister, the big living-room windows, and the back-kitchen window. By that, before I put a foot inside, I could already tell who's there and even guess what they're doing. That lifting up of the head, the understanding of what each light in the window means, that's what 'smells' like the word "Home", for me.

My "home" answer is the same as Jessica's.

I also have trouble when people ask me where I'm "from." Sometimes I answer where I live now, sometimes I say NY.