"Home is where the heart is," seemed a clear winner.
Although my favourite would likely be, "Home is where you hang your hat."
Without being too sentimental or anachronistic, I will offer another option for completing the sentence.
Home is where your fridge is full.
Jay and I have made a recent habit of unplugging our largest home appliance and leaving for entire British Columbian winters.
There are a lot of steps when settling into a new, and often unknown, destination. But no place ever felt like home until the refrigerator was stocked with a variety of local foods.
The other day, I was chatting online with a former high school classmate, Marla. I mentioned something about travel reducing one to the lowest levels of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Food is a basic requirement and once its need is fulfilled, one is ready to move on to higher pursuits.
I guess today's photo proves that we are at home in Buenos Aires and ready to experience life here, even if only for a dozen or so more weeks.