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That is written very well, but if it's true (which I'm assuming it is since it isn't in the literature thread) I'm sorry that you feel that way. Imo, home is where you feel comfortable. I have moved every year for the past 5 years, so I really feel as if a place has never been 'home' to me. I've learned that a place can't be home because it can always change. I think that home is contentness with yourself and enjoying the company of loved ones around you. The loved ones around you are typically the family that you choose, not blood relatives. This family could be a spouse, kids, or friends. Happiness is hard to find and harder to keep. I wish you luck in your journey to finding home for you.
Oh, and the first step in your journey should be to get rid of idealistic thoughts. Life is never like it is in our dreams or on tv. It took me a long time to lose the feelings you wrote about (i.e. thanksgiving dinner, peach cobbler, mom's that do laundry after you're grown, etc.) While all that stuff is great and does happen, it never has the same feeling that you expect it to have. There is not a magic dust that sprinkles down over those moments. Its the same feelings with different scenery.
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