Upon reading the title of this post, most of you may be offended. Nobody likes loose change. It's heavy, it's loud, and it takes forever to save up enough to actually be worth anything. As an adult, when you find loose change, it often ends up in a jar or a drawer and is then hidden away until it's full and you finally decide to cash it in.
I have always been told that home is a place. It's where you learned how to walk, where your parents live, where you have memories of family game nights, etc. When you become an adult, and the world becomes a thousand times bigger, people tend to try and keep you boxed in. I've had multiple people tell me that travel is fun and all—but I'll end up back home someday.