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.
Za mene, ići kući značilo je vratiti se poslu pisanja jer pisanje je bilo moj dom, jer sam voljela pisati više nego što sam mrzila biti neuspješna u pisanju, što će reći da sam voljela pisanje više nego sam voljela svoj ego, što u konačnici govori da sam više voljela pisanje nego sam voljela sebe.