Been driving all around lately, taking it in. They say that when we're away we'll realise how great life is here, and how its as good as any place in the world &c. And this is true: home isn't called home by mistake, and of course you're going to miss it, of course you're going to compare and enumerate the reasons why home is so good and worth returning to.
But the best place in the world? I hope not, or why go at all? And if there's a place that we like better perhaps we'll stay there, and call it home, and start the process again. And if we don't find anywhere better, going won't have been a waste of time - and returning will be triumphant. We aren't looking for somewhere better anyway.
We're looking for something different.
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