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What lived on-in me- was the discomfort of how completely I'd outgrown the novel I'd once been so happy to live in

I used to walk out, at night, to the breakwater which divides the end of the harbor form the broad moor of the salt marsh. There was nothing to block the wind that had picked up speed and vigor from its Atlantic crossing. I__ study the stars in their brilliant blazing, the diaphanous swath of the milk Way, the distant glow of Boston backlighting the clouds on the horizon as if they__ been drawn there in smudgy charcoal. I felt, perhaps for the first time, particularly American, embedded in American history, here at the nation__ slender tip. Here our westering impulse, having flooded the continent and turned back, finds itself face to face with the originating Atlantic, November__ chill, salt expanses, what Hart Crane called the __nfettered leewardings,_ here at the end of the world.

it will make sense the moment you come Home. I could see it all so clearly. I could see what it is that we are waiting for. I knew in one solitary moment why I had learned obedience and why I valued nothing on the earth but love. It__ all that matters. It is all there is.

I fall in love with Paraíso. It__ like a giant playground where I__ never scolded for running around recklessly, where I__ almost overwhelmed with the amount of attention and love I receive from Mami__ family. In New York, I__ invisible.

I used to be fine in my lonelinessbut somethingor someonesnapped me out of itand showed me company. What it__ like to feel at home,and so the going on by myself part wasn__ as easy anymore.Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay.

Nos·tal·gia (n):A feeling that lingers long after the taste is gone.

There__ something about arriving in new cities, wandering empty streets with no destination. I will never lose the love for the arriving, but I'm born to leave.

There are times when you are home to yourself and you long for company.

We are all same, inside our homes!

We are homeless enough in this world under the best of circumstances without going to any special effort to test our capacity to be more so.

With languages, you are at home anywhere.

A (wo)men travels the world over in search of wht (s)he needs and returns home to find it

You go away for a long time and return a different person - you never come all the way back

One wants never to give up this crystalline perspective. One wants to keep counterpositioning home with what one knows of alternative realities, as they exist in Tunis or Hyderabad. One wants never to forget that nothing here is normal, that the streets are different in Wisebaden, and Louyang, that this is just one of many possible worlds.

Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.

When it was time to board my flight, I took one last glance back. I knew that I had everything with me so it was not a "make sure I have everything" glance. It was more like a parting glance to Philadelphia, my home, America- for I would not be coming back for ten months. (Ch 5- Twenty in Paris)

Traveling is all very well if you can get home at night. I would be willing to go around the world if I could be back in time to light the candles and set the table for dinner._ _ Gladys Taber.

London was one of the worst places to have a bad day and one of the best places to have a good day