Feels like home to me?

As I wrote previously, this past weekend I was on call from Friday to Monday. This means I was on duty and slept at the hospital on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday night.

It's not as bad as it seems. Some nights are very busy, but some nights, you might get up just the one time to deliver a baby.

Anyways, I think my living arrangements of late have really scrambled with my sense of home. Regardez:

1) I've lived in a different city roughly every 2 months this year. (In order: Hamilton, Vancouver, Grimsby, Hamilton, Ottawa, Hamilton, Vancouver, Brantford)

2) I moved to a different house in Hamilton just this past September. This means I've moved EVERY single year since leaving home. That's six moves in six years, not counting summers.

3) I spend one out of every four or five nights sleeping in a hospital.

Remember the first time you went to a sleep over? Or the first time you slept in a hotel room? I remember (vaguely) that it felt very unusual. It just didn't feel like home.

I don't have this problem any more. I can (and will) sleep anywhere. I don't get thrown off by different sheets, different mattresses, different floors, different toilets, different taps. It doesn't bother me that I'm not surrounded by "my" things, or "my" people. I think I've lost that feeling of having a place where I'm "most" comfortable.

I wonder, have I lost my sense of home?
Or have I internalized it?