ABSTRACT
For a while I lost my sense of identity. Who am I, tossing around on the sea in an effort to reclaim myself? I fled to Ireland to escape the pain at home, to find a new self in a new land. I never quite did. The home at home claimed me still. I settled in, though, and planted fuchsias in the garden and came to share the joys and sorrows of my neighbours, not hard to do in Ireland. For a while I had two homes and did not know which one to choose; whenever I was in one I felt homesick for the other.
