Whatever home is these days. Back in the States at least. Having traveled so much as a kid, home doesn’t quite mean the same thing to me as most people. I never got too attached to a place cause I knew we’d be leaving. We always left.
I remember my roommate in college got all upset when his parents converted his room into a guest bedroom. Seemed like he was over reacting to me, but then again he lived in that room for 18 years. Maybe I’d be upset too.
So Newport News is my home base for the time being. Nothing here quite makes me want to stay any length of time. But it’ll do until I figure things out.