...or home is where the heart is.
...or home is where you rest your head?
Regardless, it is easy to cling to the idea of home like wet napkins do after you've spilled your beer all over the table and soaked it through... and it clings and sticks to everything- the table,
the glass, your fingers...
but serves no purpose other than to irritate the hell out of you and make you wonder why you're drinking beer here anyhow.
note to reader:
Once the sloppy spilling begins it is time to leave.
(and I do not mean go home.)
2nd note:
I don't drink beer.