Being a researcher, I immediately try to dissect this feeling to see what it is made of, but I think it has to do with presence; I'm present here and now, and so in a way, my home is here too. The rest is just location :)
Also, it might be a habit as well: I've traveled a lot and so I have learned to carve out that little space I call mine wherever I am. In a way the space I possess becomes an extension of my home, a physical place I call mine.
But don't we all do that? in a restaurant the table becomes mine the moment I've sat down or placed my coat on a chair... or like I witnessed today, in a full-packed conference room, a lady got up and the person standing asked, "will you come back or can I sit on your chair?" but since when was that chair hers? or that table mine?
Or is it a question not of space but of "dominion"? If I can decide what happens there, then the place is mine, as in, "no, you cant' , it's my place/seat/table/turn/etc..."
Or maybe this just reflects my vagabond-like nature; I like to roam, and to feel at home is essential to one's well-being, and so this is a functional mindset enabling me to do what I need to do...
One way or another, welcome to my place, wherever that may be ;)
