Usually I don’t really think about it, but my fiancee is good in reminding me of that. So, here it is, my family home.
I’m the oldest child of my mom. She lives there with her new husband and new kid. My sister is 11 months younger than me, and she already has a husband (yup, I’ve got fiancee and two kids). In my family home is her room. With her things. My room was changed to my mom’s bedroom and there is not even a single t-shirt or pair of trousers that belong to me. All my stuff was in the basement and got wet few years ago.
So. Is it really my family home? Since there is nothing that says that I lived there for twelve years.