I've lived a lot of places, but only some of them have felt like home. Not all homes are for staying at forever, either; some are only temporary. Most of mine have been, anyway.

[She returns his matter-of-factness with her own, though her tone is still as light and friendly as ever. From her bag, she produces another small bag of cookies, offering them to the smaller fairies by way of apology for having asked one question too many earlier.]

Saying something feels like a home is pretty subjective, isn't it? To me, it's not about the place. It's about the relationships. But just like physical places, relationships can't always be forever, either.