Damn, I don't want to whine because I really do have a lot of good in my life. But sometimes I feel like this, too. This past week I kept looking at a post Orodo put in the music section, the lyrics to an Enya song, "'S Fágaim Mo Bhaile." I wanted to reply about how I have never been home, so how could I ever leave, and so on.
Even now, writing this and concious of how much good I have, I feel like I'm not home, not safe. Maybe this is one of the hard wired reactions and it just takes time to run new wiring? I don't know.
"Telemachos, your guest is no discredit to you. I wasted no time in stringing the bow, and I did not miss the mark. My strength is yet unbroken…"—The Odyssey, translated by W.H.D. Rouse