“I am homesick all the time,” she said, still not looking at him. “I just don’t know where home is. There’s the promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it’s like chasing the moon-just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.”
Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
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