On returning to the United States

I don't have a home anymore. I haven't had a home for the last six months. I have a place to stay, I live in a house, but it's not my home. Vancouver's not my home. Kent is not my home. Monmouth isn't home. I'm homeless. HOme used to be where ever I slept 5+ nights a week. But the Smith's have never been home. There is no end of the road for me. We arrive in America, we arrive in Portland, we arrive at OSU, we arrive at Monmouth... at none of these points do I drop all my luggage and say, "I'm home."