"Home" for a College Kid

I'm home now. And by home, I mean my parents' house.

Home is a confusing term for a kid in college/university. As the old saying goes, "Home is where the heart is."  But where is my heart now? Sure, I grew up in this house; it's where I spent most of my time for the first 18 years of my life. But this house no longer feels as "home" as it once did.

My dorm building at Penn State is one of my homes. Although I've technically lived in two different rooms in the building, I've spent so much time in so many different rooms that I'm comfortable throughout the whole building. Rooms 323 and 206, where I lived with Victoria; the Piano lounge, where I had to go to get internet most of second semester freshman year; my friends' rooms where groups of us would hang out and watch movies and study and complain about life. I'm sure that living there for five semesters makes/will make it count as my home.

If home is where the heart is and my heart is with my boy, then is that my home? I've never been to his parents' house, but hopefully I will visit there sometime this summer. Sure, we've only been together a week, but we're totally comfortable around each other. We've been friends for over a year and a half and close friends for a few months.

What about when I (hopefully) study abroad for the spring 2014 semester? What if I do end up getting that internship in LA? The apartment I'm planning on getting my senior year? Which of these places is home? Will my parents' house always be "home"? What about when they don't live here anymore? These are the questions of a confused college girl whose brain doesn't know what to do now that the semester is over and her online classes don't start until next week.