In early April 2010 my wife of fourteen years and I woke up flat broke and homeless having just spent and lost thousands on a bad decision to move back up on the Blue Ridge, to leave the heat of the lowlands and breath mountain air again. She lost her job before Christmas, and now works sporadically as a gardener while my SS disability payments and North Carolina pension are being eaten alive at 29% interest by the gluttons who are our creditors. The past seven months have drained our energy, our sense of place, our ability to communicate and if it not for my wonderful and loving, energetic, optimistic 89 year young Aunt Elvi, who lives very near to where we fell, we would have been without a "home." My neurological condition worsening, with my wife's blessings I made the decision to move to upstate New York to be nearer to my children (with whom my wife has "issues") and grandchildren, especially my youngest, Gabriel, six, and as positively as possible, impact their lives while I still am able. She's still in North Carolina with Elvi where she will probably be for some time and I am in Ithaca seeking an address (home?) of my own. Where/What is home?