The idea of home

I met a girl on one of my flights. She told me she cries when she sees the tips of the white capped mountains and the crystal blue of the beautiful waters of her home. Lebanon.

Ever since that conversation Ive been wondering two things. Will she ever email me like she said she would, and more seriously, I wonder what it feels like to be that connected to an idea of Home.

Having lived in so many places in across my life, there is no single idea of what home is. How can I define home? Is it the home of my parents? Is it the place of my birth? I recognize with neither that well, but then again I dont want to deny either.

And neither accepts me 100% .

So does that technically make me homeless?