I am No Nomad

Where is home? Is it defined by a place of birth? A place one resides or has resided? Or is it defined by the people in our lives? For someone lucky enough to have a roof over her head, food in her fridge and a place to rest her head, I feel truly homeless at times especially when a conventionally defined homeless individual can answer consistently. Isn't the purpose of these priviledged multinational, multiprovincial and multicultural experiences to help one become wholesome? Is there such thing as 'home' when loved ones are compartmentalized by geography and chronology? Upon retrospect, there is a fine line between homelessness and possessing many homes. Luckily I am blessed with the latter.