Never forget (and how much I love my parents)

I am having three days at my parents' by myself (so basically three days off) as one of my best friend is having her hen do here in Milan. So I am staying in my parents' studio flat, right next to their flat. And here I find a new table with the Union Jack... they probably bought it to make me feel 'at home'. So sweet of them. But where is home? This question I always struggle to answer...