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.

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Dude, there was no other way.

It's not like I've put in start and end dates.

Yet.

Nilly, that's so beautiful.

I'll also say "let's go home" to mean "time to go back to the campsite" if I'm backpacking, so it's a pretty fluid concept for me.

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There's a past version of my parents' house that's my childhood home (when I actually had a bedroom there! t /still a little bitter ), but where I live now is my home.

Home for me is pretty much wherever I am. I never felt quite at home in Vancouver, yet there's parts of it I miss.

Wherever Tom is, really.

OK, I absolutely *love* this answer. As a definition for marriage, or a relationship between two people.

Thanks, lisa.