What is home?

A question that haunts my memories when I remember the number of places I lived in my youth.

Is it Earth?

Is it any particular area of this planet?

How many people, of our current seven billion or so, are not particularly mobile, living on the same set of hectares their whole lives?

For the transients, the travelers, the modern-day jetsetters, how do the immobile appear?

Back to the world of OO programming, virtual buttons and computer code, where home is the thought set we call a mind (geography a secondary concern as long as creature comforts are met) and familiar, familial faces smile back in sympathy.

Inequality is what you make of the opportunities you have, not the ones you wish for, is it not?