Between two Nowheres

I'm having a problem with home
I don't know when I'm there.
Too many countries,too many towns
to feel as if I've settled down.
Can you have that home feeling anywhere?

When you move around like me
you get used to coffee, not tea
or tea no milk but with lemon.
It hides the fact you've moved on.
Your expectations are at a different stage

You go back and all feels strange,
they've not moved, but you have changed.
You used to know it so well,
part of home was just that smell.
Now garlic smells normal, boiled cabbage just smells awful.

But here is not home too,
even though the strange is not new.
It's just the place where you live,
not home, but with good feelings to give.
Like the park where you walk the dog it's green and smells of rain.

I fit in nowhere, but does it matter?
As the stock of memories gets fatter and fatter.
To be a nobody anywhere is easier than it seems.
But to be between two nowheres is a life full of extremes.