I yearned for leaving my hometown. I actually always planned to. My Mom knew this. been traveling alone since I was 9. I’d hop the train, head to New York, get picked up by my Aunt or Grandmother, and that was my home for nearly every summer of my youth.
I loved this, even though I cannot connect with it. Home never felt like Home to me. When I visit, I count the hours before departure. This is beautiful, Jules.