Oh where, oh where has my little home gone?

A week ago today, we left our home in Nevada. We didn't own the place, just merely rented it, but we had made it 'home'. Since last Saturday. We have lived in 3 different places; tonight will be #4. While I am super grateful that we have a place to put our stuff & lay down our heads, it is hard to not 'be home'. What is 'home'? I realize that possessions (stuff) don't make a home, but having some familiar things around the dwelling definitely improve the ambience. Think about it: why do we keep certain stuff around? Hopefully, it's because those particular items have meaning and/or purpose to us.(If not, clear out your clutter & have a garage sale.) A dwelling does not a home make, much like the building doesn't define the Church. And yet, the familiarity breeds a sense of security. And while I am thrilled that our family is able to experience this adventure together, yet I desire to give them a sense of stability, a place to call 'home'. I suppose 'home' might be a conglomeration of all of these components, the most important ones being contentedness & family. If my heart is content in all circumstances, and I am with ones whom I love, then the dwelling place and things fall into the lesser categories of importance. There's a saying "Home is where the heart is'. While that is true, and I choose to be content wherever we abide (even in a hotel room for the night), my heart longs to alight somewhere, take rest and create a home.