I’ve been homesick for countries I’ve never been, and longed to be where I couldn’t be.
It’s like standing on a building and feeling overwhelmingly certain that you’re going to jump off. Then, you remember you’re a human being with a will of your own, and you don’t. You leave the roof. You go eat a taco, maybe some cake.
All my days I have longed equally to travel the right road and to take my own errant path.
Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.