Willow's word or mine?

Leggendo queste righe dal blog di un amica conosciuta alle Maldive mi ci sono identificata inverosimilmente e il farlo mi ha un po spaventata. Sono veramente diventata anche io:

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"I don't like looking back. I don't like returning to the U.S. I don't like being reminded of how I never understood nor was understood- I was just the square peg that could never fit into the round hole and didn't see the point of fitting in holes anyway. Why muck about in holes when there's the sky and everything under it to explore?I've chosen the most beautiful life (for me)- a life filled with dreams come true, adventures, languages, far off lands with strange customs (to me)...everything I ever wished for as a kid and an adult. Still, I'm aware that there is a huge piece of life that I've never experienced. It's a piece that most people seem to know. It's a sense of roots, a sense of belonging somewhere- it's referring to "home" as more than the place & country where they happen to live this particular year.I'm not from anywhere really. One day, when I'm old and want to settle, I'll have a nice cozy cottage on the edge of some village. I'll be "the eccentric" that lives just outside of town. I don't know in what country or continent...one day perhaps I'll just stop."