Home is driving around not really paying attention to the road but not needing to.
Home is being able to walk around barefoot even though it’s winter because home floors are clean and home is heated.
Home is seeing memories around every store and restaurant, even the new ones (because you remember what was there before).
Home is finding books you forgot you even owned and have since replaced.
Home is poring through phonebooks looking for old friends parents’ numbers so you can track down the friend.
Home is missing the place you’ve been in the past three months missing the above stuff and not really knowing which place is home anyway.