13,300 km (8,264 mi) away from “spawn point”, ~14,000 km from “home”.

I’m about 8036.68 miles , 12933.78 kilometers from where I was born and where I am isn’t my home but now it’s been so long since I’ve gone back that I’m not sure it will feel like home if I go back either

5284km this place feels like home because this is where I’ve slept for the last 4 years.

500km… About 4 hours. Was never home though.

About 8,100 miles, as the crow flies.

I live around 40 miles from where I was born.

My home is where I am and who I’m with now. My spawn point is somewhere I managed to survive long enough to stage my successful escape.

After trying out another country (Switzerland) and other cities in Germany (Berlin and Kiel) im back in Hamburg where I spawned. Yea other places are nice as well but no matter where I went I liked it here more. But we are known for thinking our town is the most beautiful place on earth.

roughly 2200 miles, and no

Farthest away I have ever lived from where I was born? About 5500 miles. Again, neither were home. Don’t know if I have a place that is really a home no matter where I am, because I have moved around a lot in my life.

About 250 meters, as the crow flies. My wife, as well. It is no longer a hospital, though.

~18 hours away. Yes, where I’m at currently is definitely home.

I was born in France, now I live in Japan. France is not home anymore.

I’m almost at the antipode of my spawn point but I moved here late enough in life that, while the rest of my household call here home, I still think of my birthplace as home. Some days it’s hard.

Spawn point LOL

About 1-1.5 hours

375 miles away from spawn point, but my tutorial zone (where I actually grew up) was 215 miles away from there and 215 miles away from my current home point.

I lived in the city of my birth for a bit for a job, fucking hated that city, it was never home. Lived off and on where I grew up, and now have lived in my current for about 10 years.

Where I grew up is a complicated feeling. I miss the Ozark mountains, the flatlands I live in now I don’t like despite liking the city. But the area has changed so much and so rapidly it’s like coming to the bones of an animal where nature has rapidly overtaken the body and saying that’s the animal. It’s… recognizable if you squint at it, but it’s dead and gone and now something completely different.

I’m not sure if where I live now is “home” still. But if where I grew up was home, I can never go back there. I can live in that place, but the farming town is now a metro that is unrecognizable.

I don’t feel like doing the math googling it, but I was born Brooklyn, NY, USA. Currently a few miles outside Atlanta, GA, but my journey here takes me up and down the east coast, plus a place further south. I can’t really think of NY as home because I’ve only lived there maybe 1.5 years at most, and 1 of those was as an infant.

At 1 my family moved to GA, at 2 they moved to Saint Vincent and the Grenadines (fathers home country), where my first memories are from. At 7 my mom left said father over his repeated cheating, so we moved back to Brooklyn for ~6 months (maybe less) then moved to Virginia until I hit 17 when I graduated highschool. Moved to Florida, lived there for years until 2017 and I moved to GA for a job.

I’m not sure I consider anywhere other than where I am now “home.” I have fond memories of each place, but they just feel like phases of my past life, like elementary(well, 4 different elementary), middle, or highschool. I don’t consider any of those schools any more of a school I went to than the others, and I generally treat “home” the same. It’s just where I live now.

I also don’t fully identify with any ethnic group either. I spoke without an accent in the island so never fully integrated, and then in the US I didn’t quite have the same lived experience there either.