"Of course I dream," I tell her.

"Everybody dreams.

"But what do you dream about?" she'll ask.

"The same thing everybody dreams about," I tell her.

I dream about where I'm going.

She always laughs at that.

"But you're not going anywhere. You're just wandering about."

That's not true. Not anymore.

I have a new destination.

My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's.

It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes,

but at last I know where I'm going...

where I've always been going.

Home... the long way round.