I recognize that this is an extremely loaded word that can have many shades of meaning. It can mean your house, or your family. It can mean your city or your country. I can mean all of these things at once, or none of them. Often, when I have been in a bad way, I find myself saying, "I just want to go home." On many occasions, upon reaching my residence or wherever it is that I've been referring to as home, I find that it lacks that essential and ephemeral quality that I had found myself wishing for.
On reflection, I would say that "home" to me, means somewhere where I feel the safest. Somewhere, where I feel like I am in control and can let down my guard-- somewhere where things "make sense." On many occasions, I have been surprised at how little it takes for that feeling to go away, as if "home" is something of a soap bubble, popped by a dandelion seed.
What does "home" mean to you?