What is it, exactly?? Where is mine?

The dictionary gives several definitions of "home" :
1. A place where one lives; a residence
Sooo, that would be Orange City, right? Usually. Or is it just wherever you happen to be at that time?
2. The physical structure within one lives, such as a house or apartment.
Once again, it's just wherever you are living at the time? So, Stegenga Hall?
3. The place where one was born or has lived for a long period.
This one is kind of different... I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. But I would never ever call Florida home; I don't even remember it. And what exactly is a "long period???" That does NO good in my pursuit of this question...

This is a question that I have been struggling with for a long time. It's just so complicated... I wish that it wasn't. I think that is one of the things that I have always wanted: somewhere to call home. And I don't... or at least I didn't... know where that was.

At NWC, all my friends have their "homes." Their home is where their family, their house, their summer clothes, their high school friends; it's where it all is. Not for me. My family is in Oklahoma. My clothes and belongings are pretty much all at NW with me - if their not in my room, their in the storage closet. My high school friends are in Elmwood - but I've realized that I really don't have that many (but that's another story)

The question: "Where are you from?" is one that I dread. Because the answer is not simple. It's not. Sure, I could just say "Hugo, OK" but it's not. It just doesn't seem right. I could say "Elmwood, IL" buuuuttt then it would be confusing when I go to Oklahoma over break. And I've just never felt right about it; it feels like lying or something. I don't know why.

Recently, I've felt really awkward in my "homes". Whenever I go "home" (to Hugo or Elmwood) I feel more like a guest. It feels more like a vacation. I definitely do not think that home is somewhere that you feel like a guest. So, I came to the conclusion that Orange City, Iowa is my home. Northwestern College is home for me right now. It just is. I'm so thankful that I have a place like NWC to call home. It may be different. And complicated. And not normal. But it is. I know that it's not going to be home forever because I'm gonna graduate and move somewhere (who knows where) in a few years. But for now, it's home.

Home. It's where the heart is. And mine is in Orange City, IA, at Northwestern College.