What is Home?

The definition of "home" is absolute in dictionaries but often has a loose interpretation. I tend to take things "as is" but the definition started changing constantly for me.
For example, in high school, home was where I lived with my family.
When I went to college as a freshman, home was the house my parents lived in the city I grew up.
Almost two years ago, I moved to southern West Virginia with my parents. I lived there for 6 months. Home became the state I grew up in and where my friends were, Florida.
After 6 months in southern West Virginia, I moved to Morgantown to continue my degree.
I never traveled much while I lived in Florida. Since moving north, I have yet to stay in one place for longer than 3 months.

When I visit my parents and my old bed feels like a guest bed in a room I barely lived in. A room that has memorabilia of my past thrown about yet still seems foreign.
When I visit my friends in Florida, I'm staying in a cold hotel room.
I live in an apartment while going to school but I know it's just a temporary "home."

So whenever I get asked "where's home?" I'm so confused. I end up saying how my parents live in southern West Virginia but I'm from Florida. I don't really feel like I have a home. For some reason, that seems so depressing. How can someone feel like they have no home anywhere? It's just a lonely statement.

I decided to Google alternative definitions/interpretations of "what is home?"
Here are some of my favorite results after the break:

Signs You Might be in a Bad Relationship

This song is different than the others I've written about because it is in Japanese. I don't know Japanese except a few words and phrases due to my nerd outs on anime, so please don't expect me to translate. I'm pretty much assuming the lyrics are along the lines of what is being portrayed in the MV. That being said, here is my commentary.

I'm not sure if everyone can relate to this video. However, THIS WAS MY LIFE FOR A SEMESTER (4 MONTHS). I'm a person who tends to over-think things after it's all said and done. Especially if I'm constantly reminded of it. I noticed it all comes down to perspective. At the time, all of my friends saw me as the girl in the video- miserable and unattached. I thought I was happy because he met everything on the list of what I thought I wanted. My perspective in the relationship was clouded by my ideals. I didn't realize I was in a bad relationship till it was over....

Stars - Your Ex Lover is Dead

God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'

 Running into an ex is on the list of the top 10 possible awkward encounters to have. It's weird that it's so awkward because you spent time with this person and for a brief moment they were one of the most important people in your life. Yet even if you separate in an amicable way, running into them is so uncomfortable. Maybe it is because you opened up to them and were vulnerable. But when it ends we choose to ignore those facts and focus on the negatives. Now I'm not saying every ex is actually a great person. They are an ex for a reason; they could have been a real jerk towards you or it was great but your lives and priorities changed so you drifted. Either way it is strange to see each other again because you are faced with reliving some of those moments and the person you used to be.

I know it's real when...

I'm pretty much the worst blogger ever by going on vacation and not having anything queued. I apologize. I honestly thought I would have time to blog but life happened so I didn't. Also since this is a more "hey, I'm alive please don't stop reading my blog" post, it's going to be a bit random. I say random because I had 3 quick ideas and had a friend choose a number. The chosen number is "2" if you are wondering. So here goes:

I know it's real when...

I was a Slut

I watched Silver Linings Playbook, directed and written by David O. Russell, for the first time yesterday. Honestly, the beginning was a bit slow to me but I became enthralled with the story as it continued. By the way, this isn't a movie review and is more of a reflection.
Jennifer Lawrence's character Tiffany stated these lines that hit home for me.   

I was a slut. There will always be a part of me that is dirty and sloppy, but I like that, just like all the other parts of myself. I can forgive. Can you say the same for yourself, fucker? Can you forgive? Are you capable of that?

No, I haven't lost a husband so I cannot relate in that way. However, when something traumatic happens to someone it affects them in a grand way; either they withdrawal into themselves or cannot get enough of people and intimacy. Neither way is healthier than the other. You could say you'll act one way if something traumatic happens but you don't really know till you're in the situation.

10 Signs You're Entering Adulthood

It's you're 21st birthday? You're a citizen of the United States?!  This means you have all the responsibility in the world to get plastered legally!! Cheers for entering adulthood!!

If you remember this night, you didn't drink enough.

Now that you got all of that out of your system. Do you feel like an adult? Probably not. But it's okay because being an adult is slightly overrated.

However, it t will come creeping up on you in the future and you'll have a moment of realization that you are indeed an adult. Mostly. I mean you're probably still in your 20s when you realize it.

I'm Amanda and I have "officially" been an adult for 2 years. I only now started to feel like one so I decided to compile a list of sure signs that you have indeed entered adulthood.

A Series of Unfortunate Roommates and Neighbor Part 1: The Roommates

I have the worst luck ever when it comes to roommates and neighbors. My experiences with roommates were just ew. So please read this post and learn to not be that gross roommate.

First off, please don't think I'm completely anal about the smallest things whenever I have roommates. I understand some noise and mess. I'm a horribly messy person. However, my mess stays in my personal areas and I cannot leave a shared area messy. That's rude. End of story. Needless to say, most of my past roommates have one thing in common: they were complete slobs.