Kurt Vonnegut, home, and a good question
“Where is home? I’ve wondered where home is,
and I realized, it’s not Mars or someplace like that,
it’s Indianapolis when I was nine years old.
I had a brother and a sister, a cat and a dog,
and a mother and a father and uncles and aunts.
And there’s no way I can get there again.”
Kurt Vonnegut (2005)
That is an excellent question. I haven’t felt at home in years and years.
Home is a state of mind, I suppose.