Not having a home has a price

Not having a home has a price. The fact that one is out there somewhere, but is in reality nowhere at all, adds to a human being's anger and frustration. I'm not talking here about the homeless people on the streets of any major city. That situation is terrible enough. What I'm referring to is the feeling of emotional homelessness. That is the feeling of liking several places, but not being able to call any one of them home. This is exactly my own story. I left my original home a long time ago, but have not been able to call any other place my home. The first one doesn't exist anymore. It's gone forever. In the meantime, the feeling of confusion shows up everytime I'm asked where I live, or where my hometown is. What do I tell them when I don't know what to tell myself? How can I explain years and years of trying and not succeeding? All I can say is "I don't know. I'm working on it." That would be okay, except that it doesn't sound adult. The words have a lost, hollow ring to them. The same story repeats itself, and I don't know where or how it will end.