Is there a place called "home" anymore?

On a rainy day like this, I tend to stay at home and that is dangerous! For I begin to "think." (Whoa! Oh well, perhaps it is only a hallucination!)

Don't know where the idea about "home" originated, but I suppose that it rises out of the fact that I live in two places on a fairly regular basis with my legal home being in Reno, Nevada, but with a concomitant home in Sacramento, California.

I also have a "motor home" and hope to use that extensively in the next few years. For all practical purposes, I have become a Gypsy, traveling from place to place, never putting down the roots of permanence.

If I have no roots, where is my stake in my community and what does that mean regarding the status of culture.

Oh well! Y'all take care hear?