The funny part of life is that traveller's know more about home than anyone else.

Backpack your plans across Europe. Call me when you figure out that you're only a hasbeen who never was. I'd be happy to sing you to something like sleep. And when you lose sight of everything you ever wanted, you can drop your prayer book off in Rome. Remember how you said you'd send me a postcard when you found your new home (heart)? Yeah, neither do I.