The center is in you. It is also in me. The center of the self and the center of the universe is the same center. Home, then, cliche or not, is indeed where the heart is. Heart being the symbolic center of our humanness.
Home is wherever the heart, the center, the place of ordering and meaning-making is.
We live in a time of amateur and professional lamentation. Poets and essayists, songmakers and sermonizers, lament that which has been lost. Nostalgia is big business. Nostalgia is sickness for the past. Even if we can still picture Mom fussing with the squash and Dad carving the Turkey, most of us can't fix the room in our minds.