I have seen that you can carry “home” solidly within your own heart. That warm joy of the beloved familiar is actually enhanced as you expand your experience of new places, each adding to your “home” feeling.
I am not a nomad, I am much more like a tree.
I feel that I understand both sentiments. I lived in the same house for over 29 years (1 Feb 1992 – 3 Aug 2021) but for much of that time I spent about half of each year touring. One foot was solidly rooted while the other skipped all over the place. My experience of this was that each seemed to enhance the other. At home I would reflect on what I experienced while traveling and on tour I felt rooted by the time at home.
Perhaps I am neither a tree nor a nomad but can be either for some time. This seems to be a general human pattern: give some people preference A, some the preference B, and let some oscillate and see where that takes them. The As, the Bs, and the Jokers of natural selection?
I was reminded of a song. Hadn’t heard it in a long while and listened to it right away. It still sounds very fine, slower than Marvin Gaye’s original and more sad: Wherever I Lay My Hat (That’s My Home)” by Paul Young, with the mighty Pino Palladino.