Someone asked me, "Where are you from?"

I almost said, "San Francisco." Then I remembered.

"New York City," I said.

For six years in SF, someone would ask me that question and I'd answer, automatically, "New York." But now it's different. When I think of Home, I don't think of my current retro enviroment, I think of the last place I, as an adult, called my own.

I was right all along. Home is just a matter of perspective.