Home, what is home? Coming back to Buffalo, I always feel I’m home. However, that feeling is getting less strong and anyway, this is not my home any longer. I live in Louisville now, so technically that is my home. But if home is where the heart is, then Buffalo is my home, still. I moved here when I was just shy of my 12th birthday in 1972, and lived here pretty continuously till November 2013, when I moved to Louisville. From NY to KY, believe me I prefer NY. I still have my NY license. I’ll be changing it soon to KY though, so I can vote in Kentucky this November. Terrified of these elections. Hope I don’t have to move to CA, as in Canada and make that my home. Yes it’s the running joke for everyone terrified of this upcoming election’s results. But I digress. This post is about home, the ephemeral, emotional, sometimes imaginary, always beloved construct that all of us are trying to find. And lucky, the ones who have found it and inhabit it! Where are those darn ruby slippers when you need them!?