One of the best things about my job is traveling to new (or in this case, old) places. And yet it wasn’t until I had a home to go home to that I began to appreciate the wide world. Always on the road, existence is a sort of fleeting limbo. But if you have an Ithaca to yearn home for, a Penelope whose arms await you, you suddenly understand. It’s in being away that we discover our home. It is in home that we discover away.