Ash hadn’t been home for years, not since the day he started out on his adventure. He typically didn’t think of it much, he typically didn’t think of it at all. Sometimes though, when he would say goodbye to someone he met on his travels they would mention their own plans to return to their family and he would be violently – startingly reminded of his mother back in Pallet Town. Then Pikachu would squeak and Ash would be brought back to the here and now, grinning at his best friend and heading back into his grand adventure. Who needed a house anyway when your friends were near you?