I've lived on my own for 11 years now. MY home is MY apartment.
The next time someone at work asks me, "So, when are you going to go home again?" I am going to answer with, "At 5 o'clock."
I wish it just meant "When are you going back to Washington?" but every time I try to give an honest answer, it always becomes a conversation about my parents.
Where my parents live =/= home.