I travelled among unknown men

I TRAVELLED among unknown men,
        In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
        What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
        Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
        To love thee more and more.

Among thy mountains did I feel
        The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
        Beside an English fire.

Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed,
        The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
        That Lucy's eyes surveyed.

                              -William Wordsworth

We've just returned home from an epic family-reunion-slash-business-trip-slash-cross-country drive, and while it was amazing and encouraging and all things good, I'm SO GLAD to be home. I love travel and I'm already plotting my next adventures. Even so, it's always so special to come back to the place I belong. Hello, bed! Hello, books! Hello, half-dead houseplants! How I love you all.

Everyone who commented on my Bolaño entry, I haven't forgotten you. I will be over to comment on your entries just as soon as my bags are unpacked and my shower is taken. Ah! Hooray for being home.