Feeling home

For someone who comes around quite much it is hard to say where home is. Is it where you come from, where you currently live or where your friends are? Or is it where you feel comfortable?
Recently I felt what home means to me. It is the warm comfortable wind on my skin while riding my bike through a summer night in Munich. The streets are almost empty and only the little rabbits on the lawn close to my house are interested in my nightly journey. Shining stars in the dark sky and some smooth jazz in my ear. I was all alone but I felt to be in the right place. Home!

And where else other than in Munich you can ride your bike to a fancy club? Taking a cab? Can do everybody!