“Home”

11 years since I was disowned. I have moved 12 times since. When I am asked “where is home?” I find myself not complete in my answer. Sometimes I mention the last place I lived or where I was born. Rarely do I talk about the shared twin beds of past lovers. The cold room in flagstaff. Shared meals with coworkers who were family. I am 11 months in this town. Am I home?