Home is where my ZIP Code is.

Being a military brat, I had a rather awkward experience when I was visiting my friend this weekend for his wedding.

His future mother in-law asked me, “So where are you from?”

I replied, “I’m not really from anywhere.”

“Well, where were you born?”

I replied, “In Texas. But I have never lived there.”

Growing aggravated, she asked, “Well, where do you call home?”

I responded, “Home is where my ZIP code is.”

Growing even more aggravated and confused, she asked, “Well, then where is home?”

I smiled, “Currently?”

She nodded yes.

“Here.”

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