Visiting "home"

So I am back again, waiting in the RDU airport to make my long trip to Beirut, Lebanon. However, this time is different. I know where I am going; I know there is no black hole; I even have an apartment and roommates waiting for me. But, I realized in the car ride to the airport, after spending 11 days back in Chapel Hill, that my home is expanding. The idea of "home" has changed. There are still people in Chapel Hill whom I consider to be family, but those people exist in many different places including Amherst, MA and now Beirut, Lebanon. So now my question and challenge is where do I "fit in"? Chapel Hill isn't the same that it once was, and Beirut is a very different home, yet part of me fits in all of these places. So when do I get the whole piece? Or does this international community that I have discovered ever become home? Without a location, does it even exist? Once I am able to let go of the idea of location being the main focus of what "home" is, will I finally find it? What felt like home in Chapel Hill was partly the location, but also people I have grown up with, my church family, and my parents. These feelings stem from having to adapt to something and somewhere new everyday. And change is still not easy. But the more I do it, the easier it becomes. And the more I find new places to call home, the more I feel like I fit.