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american gods, moving, Mr. Wednesday, neil gaiman, packing up, rambling, Shadow, the immigrant experience, the road again, wandering, wayfaring
He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have to go home. And one day he would have to make a home to go back to. He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.
–Neil Gaiman, American Gods
Joshua Alan Doetsch 
I believe home is a place or a person that happens with time. I have a home in Montreal, several in Oslo and one in Holmestrand. I find that once a place has become a home, it remains mine indefinitely.
That’s true; there are investments of self. Key West feels oddly home-like, when I go back, even though I’ve never lived there full time. I’ve just been there so many times, since I was small. Lots of little deposits. I’ll have to see what Oslo feels like when I come back.
I imagine it’ll feel like a good place to move back to. 😉
I see what you’re doing there…