What does home mean to me?

As of lately I've been thinking a lot about this question. "What does home mean to me?" Is it where I was born, grew up or maybe somewhere I just enjoy being. About a month ago I moved to DC and accepted a new job. It was the first time moving out of my parents house even though I am 24. While I think I'm pretty spontaneous sometimes I do get nervous. I think the best answer to my question might be "A home means security, peace, orderliness, & a place of love." Which I can really agree with. It's the first time I've ever experienced feeling homesick. I really miss seeing my parents everyday. I know as I get older I need to learn to do my own things & grow but I can't help it when I'm so close to them. Over the holidays I stayed with my parents a few times & honestly it felt pretty weird. My old room is pretty much empty and I'm not really sure how I feel about that. Luckily as of right now I'm about 40 minutes from them but with their new house it'll probably be at least an hour & a half. I don't even want to think about how hard that'll be. Currently I'm a live-in nanny with a new family. While I do love my job it this really home for me? I just don't feel like I belong anywhere. This isn't my home I feel like because I'm just a guest here. 

I just wish I felt like I belonged somewhere. 

My super cute little nook. Finally got wood floors I was dying to have. & I enjoy the feel of old radiators. 

Loving my new bed sheets. 

Closet space is minimal in DC. 

Storage. 

 

My cute bathroom! I love the green tiles & the old fashioned feel to this.