You can reset your spawn point by sleeping in a bed.

5284km this place feels like home because this is where I’ve slept for the last 4 years.

About 8,100 miles, as the crow flies.

~2500 miles. I have no attachments to Ohio, little fond memory, and will likely never visit again. It’s been over 35 years and I intend to make it another additional 35+

No offense to my Ohio peeps, but Oregon feels a wee more comfortable. …when it’s not on fire

After trying out another country (Switzerland) and other cities in Germany (Berlin and Kiel) im back in Hamburg where I spawned. Yea other places are nice as well but no matter where I went I liked it here more. But we are known for thinking our town is the most beautiful place on earth.

About 250 meters, as the crow flies. My wife, as well. It is no longer a hospital, though.

I live around 40 miles from where I was born.

My home is where I am and who I’m with now. My spawn point is somewhere I managed to survive long enough to stage my successful escape.

Spawn point LOL

About 1-1.5 hours

13,300 km (8,264 mi) away from “spawn point”, ~14,000 km from “home”.

I’m about 8036.68 miles , 12933.78 kilometers from where I was born and where I am isn’t my home but now it’s been so long since I’ve gone back that I’m not sure it will feel like home if I go back either

500km… About 4 hours. Was never home though.

14,411 kilometres apparently. It certainly feels like it the few times I’ve flown back. New Zealand feels like walking around your old high school now, it’s nostalgic but also a little eerie.

About 14k km away. Born in Mexico. Reside in Taiwan for now(work).

I am thousands of miles away from my home. I have been back a few times over the decades and every time I feel more peace, because I am home. I don’t feel at home where I live, it still feels foreign to me because the environment is so different than the land my heart calls home.

The heartbreaking part is that it has deteriorated in some parts so that my heart hurts seeing it. The part that I am from remains what I remember, but going to the major city causes distress at the state of things.

I’m at home in a town about 10-15 miles from the town and hospital I was born in (as the crow flies.)

And I’ve lived the majority of my life in a town that’s probably about another 3 miles from there.

If I were asked to name my home town, I wouldn’t give the name of the town with the hospital, I’d give the town I grew up in.

But it’s all close enough together that all three towns share a certain sense of hominess for me, I have childhood memories from all 3 towns.

We all speak, more-or-less, the same local dialect with the same slang (there’s a couple shibboleths and bits of local lore that are unique to one part of the county over another) We enjoy the same local foods, root for the same sports teams, attend a lot of the same big local events, etc.

I proudly, and without a hint of irony, tell people that my ancestry is from that town I grew up in.

Yes, if you go back 3+ generations, you’ll find that all of my ancestors came from various European countries. Little bits of that has trickled down to the current generation, like a certain fondness for pierogi and kielbasa from my Polish side.

But that’s also part of my local culture, those are fairly common food items here too.

I don’t speak any of the languages my ancestors spoke, I’ve never set foot in those countries. Even my family name hasn’t really carried over, my great great grandfather changed the name after having already lived here for some time under the original Italian name. It’s a pretty unusual anglicization that barely resembles the original name, and anywhere in the world you may happen to encounter someone with my name, you know they can trace their heritage back to my home town.

And if you try to go much further back from that, the trail kind of goes cold. You can kind of make some educated guesses at which regions in their various old countries the different branches of my family came from, but not much more than that, except on the aforementioned polish side, some of those ancestors were a little more recent immigrants (though still well-before my time) and we have some communication with some relatives in Poland. Nothing regular, but once in a while someone on either side reaches out to see how things are going, and we know enough that if we really wanted to we could probably track each other down if we ever ended up in each other’s countries.

But overall, my family history pretty much begins with my great-great(or so) grandparents arriving in America and settling in my hometown.