I’m about 12,950 Kilometers from my spawn point, according to Google Earth. That place is not “home” since I barely have any memories of it, and left the country during primary school.
Current, about 300 meters. I live in an apartment a block over from the hospital I was born at.
Damn, got me beat. I’m a little over 2 miles away.
I think we’re the two closest, though!
I’m right at 3 miles. I didn’t always, though. The family moved around a lot. The furthest we lived was about 1500 miles away.
You can reset your spawn point by sleeping in a bed.
Spawn Point =/= Respawn Point
you can use the “/setworldspawn” command to change the world spawn point.
Edit - spelling, because autocorrect is great.
~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
Man, I meet so many people who have left Ohio. People love leaving Ohio. In fact, an abnormally high proportion of astronauts are from Ohio. People wanna leave Ohio so bad, they leave earth.
Ohio feels like if depression was a state
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.
At 2 km from the former hospital. Nowadays there is a new one but it’s at like 4 km
About 250 meters, as the crow flies. My wife, as well. It is no longer a hospital, though.
I was dismayed to find that the hospital I was born in has been torn down and replaced with a newer one. I’m only 44!
About 14k km away. Born in Mexico. Reside in Taiwan for now(work).
Oh wow you are now so close to where I was born, it’s just across the strait. 😁
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.
191 km, or 9-11 hours’ travel. #BCFerries
I do not consider it home. I left when I was 6, and have only enough memories to find my old house on a map and mayyybe point out the nun-run kindergarten we had to attend because no one else would take us so young.
I was born in France, now I live in Japan. France is not home anymore.
4300km. I’ll go back for a few more funerals and maybe because downtown Boston has fantastic food.
Half a world away. It hasn’t been my home for more than 2 decades now.
Mine is 4,242 km (2,636 mi). I will never go back.
I saw an article 20 years ago that claimed the median distance of birthplace to death?place? is 50 miles for men in the US. I was determined to beat that number, and I’m almost double that now but goddamn was it hard.
Life Pro Tip: Steal a spaceship right before you die. 😁
Spaceship Georg, whose body is 5.7×10⁹ miles from Earth, is an outlier and should not be counted.
(A portion of Clyde Tombaugh’s remains are on the New Horizons spacecraft about this far from Earth). Edit: but this of course is useless for place of death statistics.
6k km almost precisely. Different continent. This will be my home.
