So … I’m homeless. I recently visited my family in Gulfport, Mississippi (where I grew up) and a reality hit me: I began to realize that I don’t really consider that place to be my home anymore. I mean, I moved away from Mississippi to the Baton Rouge, La., area 10 years ago, so that’s understandable, right? But the thing is, I don’t consider Baton Rouge/Port Allen to be home either. It’s more like a pit stop on my way to wherever home is. Wherever home is. It really started