All my life I wanted to go home.
No matter where I was, periodically I had this overwhelming desire to go home.
Where home was, what home was... I had not idea. I just knew that I was going to recognize home when I get there.
I was an atheist, there was no religion in my family, and any sign, any symbol of religion filled me with a sense of dread, a sense of distaste.
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