Is Home Really Where Your Heart Is?

How one nomadic author defines home

Photo by Erol Ahmed on Unsplash

Last month, I landed at Orlando International Airport. As I walked off the plane across the jet bridge, I instantly felt the fangs of humidity begin to sink its teeth into my skin. The middle of January and the weather was already committed to leaving no-curl unfrizzed, no patch of skin un-dewed. Looking down at my thick puffer coat, initially…