Krazy Kinfolk: Going Home

I'm staring out into the night,
Trying to hide the pain.
I'm going to the place where love
And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.
And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.

Well I'm going home,
Back to the place where I belong,
And where your love has always been enough for me.
I'm not running from.
No, I think you got me all wrong.
I don't regret this life I chose for me.
But these places and these faces are getting old,
So I'm going home.
Well I'm going home.

from Home by Chris Daughtry

I have always liked the notion of home, but what does home really mean?

I ask that because I have lived in five different places in the past ten years covering three states. I still think of each of those places as home. Is that strange?

What makes a place home?

And when you think of going home where is that place?