Not just quite that way anymore. The mind is like a cat. It leaves its body-home, to travel and investigate, to return sometime later. Perhaps even a new home.
Home means a lot to a lot of people.
Like roots to a tree, a lot of us have a need to be rooted to one place. Brid, my partner s sister, spent 35 years as a nun in Australia and has just come home for good. She talked to me about practically all the sisters she knew from many different countries in the world. All had some sort of longing to go back home. You ask an Irish person where they are from and they will almost always name the place they were born.