Something Called Me?

Where am I in a world with so many places to belong to? What if I don't belong with any of them... I get along with all of them, but where am I, really? What language would I use for family if I found one, and what is home, honestly, when a house can be empty so quickly just as it is filling? And what if I do travel the world... Will I feel any less empty? Will I find anything closer to being me?