It's all very well coming home unless:
1. you're not sure which one is your home;
2. it's not there when you get back [or not in the same form].
Sandy Denny sang, in Farewell, Farewell:
"No, I will never cut the cloth
Or drink the light to be
But I'll swear a year to one who lies
Asleep along side of me"
Farewell, farewell to you who would hear
You lonely travellers all
The cold north wind will blow again
The winding road does call
The immortal Sandy Denny. This is home.