Don't get me wrong. I love cambridge. And every time I leave it's a painful tearing away. But everybody gets homesick sometimes. And I find myself yearning for home. For simple love, for honest affection, for people who would never lie to me, or hurt me, and who really, genuinely care.
And then I think about it, and I think, well, isn't that really quite selfish? It shouldn't all be about me. I've had that simple love, honest affection, and sincerity, for 21 years. Surely I can handle being away from all that, for 9 months a year. And I can. I have. But I'm tired.
And sometimes all I really want to do is go home.
where the streets have no name