Hometowns, huh. Milwaukee, I guess, though the first half of my younger life was in NYC. Montreal used to be in the running, Atlanta almost was home, DC never felt like home, let alone hometown. Which was kind of unexpected, really.

Chicago has felt like home since the day I moved here, though not hometown, exactly.

Altadena's my home unincorporated area, but it hasn't felt like home since my parents moved away. I think SF is the closest I ever felt to home.

Steph, someone emailed me this picspam, and even though I'm going to pillage it for my site, I thought you might like to have a look at the source.

I live in my hometown. It's like there's an evil spell, returning me here after brief escapes, and keeping me tethered here.

I would like to live in Asheville, as it has a great energy, plus interesting landscape, architecture, and history. But I've spent so long on the east coast I'd like to spend a good amount of time on the west coast.

DH loves the coast. Sort of like Jack Sparrow and the Pearl, the ocean means freedom to him. That's great but to get to the ocean here one has to travel through miles of totally flat land, and that feels alien to me. I like the hidden feeling of living in the mountains, but DH finds it claustrophobic. So maybe the west coast can offer mountains *plus* ocean and make us both happy.

My parents and grandparents are no longer around. I have one brother in the Chicago suburbs and another outside of Baltimore. Cousins in PA, Indiana, WA. Aunts and Uncles in NY, PA and WA.

I was born in Connecticut and lived there and PA, NJ, MD and IL through high school.

We moved around alot - but weren't military.

DH is a global nomad. Like megan, he lists a city and state as "birthplace" on forms, but between having a father in the army and mother who ups stakes and bolts with alarming frequency, he's got no hometown. Mallory may have the same deal (although hopefully with a less psycho mother), unless we leave the service.

I've spent far longer in DC (or Northern VA) than anywhere else, but it will never be home.

I was born in NJ, but both of my parents were from RI. When my father died, when I was 2, my mother and I came back to RI. I am enjoying living here now and it's not very far from where I grew up, but I am still a Rhode Islander. I'm not sure that will ever change. This apartment is more of a home to me than either of my previous apartments.

I was born in my parents' hometown, Wilmington, DE. Than for less than a year my parents moved to Richmond, VA, and then back to Delaware (but to Newark). When I was in third grade we moved to New Jersey, and I consider that town my hometown, since we lived there until I moved out on my own, despite two years in Boca Raton when I was in seventh and eighth grade.

So, yeah, no real hometown for me. I consider Westfield a hometown of sorts because I went to high school there, and I have a lot of memories and friends there, but I'd never want to live there again (although for reasons that don't have much to do with not feeling at home there). I *chose* my city early on -- growing up twenty-five miles outside of NYC, New York has always been *my* city.

I was born and grew up in Ann Arbor, and I guess that's my hometown as much as anywhere is, but I don't really feel like I ever got to know it that well. So I don't really have one.

I live one town over from my home 'town', which technically (in terms of government) it's a city, but it's so not. My current town is an actual town, with a population just about the same size as my home 'town' and more land.