Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.

Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.

If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?"

"Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.

Ich hab' noch einen Koffer in Berlin.

The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.