Still a baby in a cradle gotta take my first fall, but baby's getting nowhere with her back against the wall

Alright, so I fully realize that I've posted about 50 gillion entries tonight... but I have a lot to...uh... muse.
Besides, I'm rocking out to Sara Bareille's album, which can totally bring inspiration out of anybody.
Lately I've been thinking a lot about home. Not the house I live in, but my home. Or your home, or your 3rd grade music teachers home, or Barak Obama's home. The idea of home.
My favourite quote, as most people know, since I bring it up fairly often, is from the movie Garden State.
You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? ... that idea of home is gone ... Maybe that's all family really is; a group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
However, lately, the more I think about it, the more I figure that maybe we have more than one home. The difference between a physical home, a shelter that we reside in, and a more spiritual, emotional home is that a home is a sort of environment... "a valued place offering security and happiness." More than that, though, I think it offers lessons.
I mean, think of the places that, at some point, you've considered your home, before it adjusted and your views of your home changed.
I think the places you do, or at one time did, consider home all have one thing in common. They honed some skill. You learned something. You grew or got hurt and learned to heal or you witnessed a miracle and it still stayed in your heart.
I believe our homes change, not because we relocate, or our parents divorce, or someone new enters our niche. I think they change as we change. I think we grow and learn and polish our character and make the choices on who we want to be. And once that happens, we outgrow our old home, like a crab, and have to search for a new home to learn and grow in.