Home. For some people it's a plot of earth purchased, stolen, or selflessly bequeathed by one's ancestors. A terrestrial component of heritage carried down to subsequent generations. I used to envy those people, because it seemed that they were firmly rooted to a specific place. Their origin story was presumably clear and uncomplicated.
Conversely, home for me has been a state of transience. I was born in Landstuhl, Germany and spent year 0 to age 4 there. As an infant my parents (who are U.S. Air Force veterans) took me on visits to Spain, Italy, and Vatican City (where my mother and I met Pope John Paul II). Then, my family and I relocated to Florida and lived there for another four years. In 1996, my mother and I moved to Georgia, where I lived until late June 2016. It was at that time that I moved to Utah for a yearlong internship, as one of two final degree requirements for my doctorate. Finally, over the past several years I've traveled to Berlin, London, and Dublin.
There's a very real possibility that I'll always be a nomad. And that's beautiful. Being removed from a fixed environment has given me a sense of freedom. It's helped me form meaningful connections to different countries and people from diverse backgrounds.
Ultimately, home is not limited to a finite, physical space. Existence is so expansive that it contains us all. We live in everything.