I agree with Virginia. I've been living in south Florida for three years now (almost exactly--I came out here on Labor Day of 2004, just in time to board and shutter up the house for Hurricanes Frances and Jeanne (scroll to the bottom and work your way up, if you're interested)), and it still doesn't feel like home to me. And I don't think it ever will, in the way that LA did, and still does, when I visit.

I have live all over the US, in Japan, and have visited many different countries...

I came to Chicago on business, and moved here to stay - this is the first place that I have really considered "home".

...I hear there's plenty of room back in Michigan. Or maybe in the Appalachian mountain area somewhere? :)

There are two definite groups of people that's for sure. Those who need home, and that home may in fact not be where they grew up. But they say that wherever that place is, it's "home" and has a feel.

Then there are those of us with Gypsy blood who think home is anywhere they hang their hat. I've lived in 7 different states and I've been in 47 of the 50 states. I've traveled all over the world. Home is relative. I could live anywhere.

Unfortunately, I married a lady from group one.

David,
are you in the city, or the burbs. That's night and day too.

I was stationed at Great Lakes in the late 70's. Close enough to access Chicago, but far enough away to not be in the city. We lived on Genessee St in Waukegan near the post office. Weird little town but a cool place still.

Hey Steve,

We live downtown - right next to Navy Pier. I don't think I could take the burbs...

Heck, I've lived in Florida all my life and it doesn't feel like home to me.

I must say, though, that when I went to LA it felt oddly like "home" -- that is, like Miami. I call it "Miami with mountains." I think it's a combination of the fact that both cities have a layer of glitz that conceals a rather hard, ruthless core, and all those tv shows and movies that were set in LA.

I grew up in Sacramento, but when I've visited there since leaving in 1994 it has tended to feel less like home each time. Metro Atlanta has never felt like home to me.

When I wake up from a "going home" dream lately, it's always been Fairbanks. Guess I might as well admit it to myself.

Home is where the heart is. *clutches chest* and I think mines having an infarction.

No problems with Texas feeling like home.