There's No Place Like Home, Is There?

In the Wizard of Oz, Dorothy had to go on a long adventure which contained much difficulty and fear only to find in the end that there was no place like home.  Do we feel like that sometimes?  I know when I've been on a long vacation that I've sometimes felt that way.  If I'm gone too long I miss my stuff and more importantly, I miss having my own space.  

I have several places that I call home.  Of course, the first place I call home is where I dwell; it's where my stuff is, where I hold gatherings and create and clean (when I make myself).  I would like to think that I've created a space that defines my personality.  I share this space with my husband, but as the one who's home most of the time, I try and create a space that I feel comfortable in and hopefully he does too.  

The second place I call home would be at my parents' home.  They live way down in Texas and I haven't seen them in almost a year and half and I am getting homesick.  When I lived at that home as a teenager, I couldn't wait to leave home and make my own place in this world; lesson learned.  The funny thing is that since I've moved away from home they've moved twice to entirely different cities, but it doesn't matter; wherever they live I consider home.  

Then there are homes of dear relatives that I feel at home in when I'm visiting;  I also have that feeling of home in my friends' homes.  

 I know when people visit my home I want them to be comfortable and at ease.  I try and create that climate in my home.  I am all about the feeling of the room or the space more than the exactness or expensiveness in my decorating; in fact, most of the things I use to enhance my spaces I find at yard sales (one of my favorite past-times). 

We hear phrases like, there's no place like home and home is where your heart is.  So then, which is it?  When you think of home do you think of a particular space, a particular feeling or both?