For me, going home meant returning to the work of writing because writing was my home, because I loved writing more than I hated failing at writing, which is to say that I loved writing more than I loved my own ego, which is ultimately to say that I loved writing more than I loved myself.
Para mim, ir para casa significava voltar a escrever porque escrever era o meu lar, porque eu amava escrever mais do que odiava fracassar escrevendo, o que significa dizer  que eu amava escrever mais do que amava meu próprio ego, que finalmente significa que eu amava escrever mais do que a mim mesma.