Home is where the heart is?

What makes a place home? I ask because I'm currently in the odd situation of living in two places; it's pretty much a case of one night here and the next there, the next back here and the next back there, and repeat ad nauseum. Ad nauseum because it's surprisingly stressful - I never really unpack, just put one set of clothing in the wash at wherever I am and pack the next set.

Both places are places where I feel comfortable. Both contain people I love. I eat and drink and sleep at both.

One is technically my home, the other is technically not. Consequently, neither feels right anymore. I know all the adages, all the turns-of-phrases...home is where the heart is, wherever I lay my hat (that's my home), etc etc etc. What makes your home your home?

PS. Hi, sorry I haven't been around much. Bad Claire.