Home, where my thought's escaping

Have been thinking a lot about Home lately. Maybe it's 'cause I don't really have one at the moment, or because I feel so completely at home in so many places that it's impossible to choose. Not surprisingly (because none of this surprises me anymore) I read these lines on the flight to Denver (my possible future home) from New York (my most recent and still possible future home):

Humans, even nomadic ones, need a sense of home.
Home need not be one place or any place at all, but every home has
two essential elements:
a sense of community and, even more important, a history.

Huh.

It's clear that we can consider me a nomadic human. And I'm certainly blessed with a sense of community - in both quantity and quality I find myself loved and supported by this unbelievable chosen family of mine. You know who you are, and where you are (why we're not all living together on our collective tropical island just yet is unclear... who's in charge here anyway??). But I digress.

It's the history bit that I struggle with... what does that mean? A cultural history - I got no people to speak of, do WASP's count? A religious history - ditched that a while back. A geographical history - please see my above request for us all to live on one tropical island together rather than scattered the world over. So what then, where is my history? And without it, will I never, ever, ever find Home?

No answers, no revelations tonight. Just wondering out loud and trying to be open to what those answers might be. Until they come to me - the search continues, and below are a few criteria that I'm starting to focus on, in no particularly pressing order:

1) Be able to see stars, lots of 'em
2) Close to the ones I love - and some sort of possibility of finding The One that I love
3) Plenty of people that don't look, sound or think like I do
4) A wide variety of food options - preferrably b/c of all those different peeps above
5) Plenty of people that think *exactly* like I do
6) Porches (stoops count, so do wraparound verandas)
7) Walkable sections of town, where you can get everything you need while out wandering about
8) Long windy roads nearby
9) Trees (real ones, with branches and leaves, not arms & spiky needles)
10 ) The kind of place that people want to visit, again and again and again

The pix below are just some of the houses we lived in as kids. All of them Home, none of them meeting all the criteria above... will try to dig up more pix of places that have felt like Home since.

My first home - Alice Springs, Australia

Alaska

Camp Verde, AZ

Wickenburg, AZ

Wickenburg, AZ