I've lived most of my live in Belgium, with mum and dad living apart. Home was the house I was living in that week. I've also lived for longer periods of time

I've lived most of my live in Belgium, with mum and dad living apart. Home was the house I was living in that week. I've also lived for longer periods of time (over a year) in Greece and Brazil. At first, home is the place you've left behind and all the people that live there. But then as you spend more time on your new location and get your life sorted there (things like local friends, language, culture), it starts feeling like home. Leaving that place again is where it gets really hard. You leave your new home and go back to your old one, which feels different. But in the end you have familiar places and faces where ever you leave, a home to come back to.