From home to home and back again!

I am currently sat in San Francisco International Airport (SFO) with a pint of Stella and my laptop and I have been thinking about how fortunate I am at this point in my life. I'll explain what I mean (hopefully) below.
I am going HOME! England's green shores beckon (even though they are currently white); London, Surrey, Kent, and Nottingham to get started! My home is Nottingham. This will always be my home because it where the most important thing in my life is: my family. I have always believed that where your heart belongs is where your home is. Therefore: HOME is Nottingham.
On the opposite side of the coin there is the old adage: I left my heart in San Francisco. I can see where this comes from. SF (or "The City") is a wonderful place. I was instantly made to feel welcome by everyone I've met and I'm thankful for that. I have come to refer to the room in Convent in which I live as home. This is no less true than my talk of Nottingham being home.
I find myself almost at odds with this. The City is where I live, work, have a lot of friends, and some great times. It is typically my home. However, I find myself thinking of my family and how it might sadden them to hear me say that. I'd love to be able to say that I have two homes (which is true) but somehow I don't think they want to hear me say: I'm going home on January 6th. I know it seems strange but my family have an incredible bond that I will not find again until I perhaps instill it in my own.
I have been rambling. I apologise for that. However, if one of my brothers reads this (either one really) I hope they'll understand what I mean. I'm simply one of the luckiest blokes on Earth. I have two homes and each have different qualities. If I was made to choose? I would hope all of my readers would know which...without even having to think.

Again, Thanks for listening! Maybe one day I'll write about something that matters to others, not just myself. But, as it stands, this is my selfish output.