I mean, I eat there, I sleep there, I do things there, I clean there... but it's not a place I've put so much time and effort into customizing and making mine, anymore.
I have my room decorated the way I like it, with suitable furnishings, but I don't really live there.
I live here. Most of my friends are here. I can come here from almost anywhere, and be right at home. Comments are like people coming by the porch to chat; mostly, I say hi, and chat. Some people, I invite in; some, I ignore; a very few I run off the property with a shotgun. (Do I currently have anyone banned from commenting? I'm not sure. If I do, it's only a very few, and for good reason... think abusive ex of a friend... )
When I move back to Alaska, I think I'll have a physical place that feels completely like home again. I fit, in Arizona, but it doesn't quite click.
I'm too tired for the coherent, but... I live here. On the net. In LJ and my webmail.