I describe the experience of finding that my childhood home has been unrecognizably transformed and the solace I found in Salman Rushdie’s notion that home is the past. Just like the past, home is continually retranscribed and recontextualized. And just as trauma exists in an “unpast” (Scarfone), I suggest that we can conceive of an un-home. Following Rushdie, I suggest that “the shards of memory” and the broken mirror often contain truths that the perfect mirror and memory elide. I describe an unspoken and unprocessed aspect to my family’s life that came into focus via the “breakdown” and “de-translation” (Laplanche) evoked by the image of the destroyed house. I offer a case vignette where home was the site of confusion and pain and describe the transformation found via the necessary breakdown in the patient’s un-home that emerges in the treatment.