What is a home?
Where is a home?
What defines a home?
When does a place stop being just a place?

Is it the place with the most friends?
The place with my family?
The place I was raised in?
The place I spend most of my time?
The place I love the most?
Or is the intersection of all these, and more?

Because if that's true
I'm afraid I don't have a home
and therefore homeless,
yet I can't stand that label
because it means I have no place
in this world