"Is it your country?"

Well, no. Because I don't have a country in the same palpable sense that you do. Countries are mere legal fictions; passports are only bureaucratic conveniences.
Home is other people. There isn't a place I call home. There are bits of home scattered around. Some places happen to have a slightly higher concentration of them, but that's all there is to it. It doesn't really make those places special in any (other) way.
At the moment, there happen to be some faint bits of home where you would rather not schedule any stopovers. But never mind. You'll never understand what I'm talking about.