Epigraphs:

Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'er the water blue
The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar;
And shrieks the wild sea mew.
Yon sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native Land - Good Night! (Lord Byron)

Leaving the narrow world of childhood, we're inclined to think we've landed in the big wide world, but usually we've got it the wrong way round. (Jenny Diski)

When you leave home it travels with you. (Peter Conrad)

Some of us feel at home nowhere... (Peter Porter).