When I make the mistake of indulging myself, of steeping my mind in the memories, and not only the memories but the emotions and the feelings of that time... it's the worst type of angst.
Everything fell into place for me there. My life, my mind, my body was coming together as a person. I've never been happier and healthier. The only things standing in my way had to do with the fact that I wanted desperately to stay but I couldnt, I had to come home.
(...)
The customs guy back in Detroit handed me my passport, smiled and said, "Welcome home."
I thought "Yeah right."
ППКС. Нам никто не сказал этого "welcome home", но оно было в унылом январском воздухе.
Я люблю возвращаться домой, откуда бы то ни было. И только в тот раз...
...а единственно верное welcome home в моей жизни сказал сами знаете кто.