Where is your home?

As I've watched the news this week and seen the pictures of the destruction of Hurricane Katrina, I've thought a lot about the concept of "home". What is "home" anyway?
My mom and I have discussed this idea many times, and we usually disagree- which is fine! (I love that we all have unique perceptions of the world) For example, Mom believes that home is where your family is. Dictionary.com offers several options (click the link to see those). But I've still struggled to come up with my own definition. I grew up in the suburbs of New Orleans, but my parents moved from there when I was in college, so now I go "home" to a town I never lived in myself. Sometimes I feel like my grandmother's house in north Louisiana is more "home" to me, simply because I've spent more time there with my whole family, and that's where we've gone for years. I have joked a lot about being a nomad the past few years, a wanderer without a home. But no matter what, New Orleans was always where I grew up. I haven't gone there much since my parents moved, but my roots were there.
All that to say, it's been hard seeing the images we have this week. My "home", as I knew it, will never be the same again. The city will be rebuilt, but it won't be familiar anymore. So will it still feel like "home"?
Sure, home matters, and roots matter. The history of my life and where I came from will never change, and my past has definitely shaped who I am today. It's that way for all of us. At the same time, though, I'm a much different person now than I used to be, and I definitely don't want to dwell on my old self. So, I'm back at the question, where is my home?

For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down, we have a home from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 Corinthians 5:1

Essentially, when it all comes down, that's the only home that matters. The mansion that Jesus went ahead to prepare for us, that's home, and it will never be hit by a hurricane or looted or even fade. This life is not the goal; it's just the journey to get us there. And yes, the journey is bumpy and difficult at times, and often you can't see very far down the road you're travelling. It's ok! So what's the answer? Hurricane Katrina may have demolished the city where I was born and spent my childhood, but that doesn't change who I used to be, or who I've become. And it sure doesn't change my ultimate home. After all, I'm not even there yet.