My Home…. For the past 6 or 7 years, I have chosen to not live in one home, stay in one place. After my divorce, I couldn’t come up with one place I wanted to “be.” I wanted to be everywhere, or at least have the opportunity to be everywhere. For many years, my car was a comforting place that felt most like home.  I have lived in many homes owned by other people, and mostly with their belongings. My…