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As long as I can remember I have been searching for my ‘home at the end of the world’ (to use Michael Cunningham’s words). One of my earliest memories is standing at the back door of my parents’ house thinking to myself, ‘I don’t belong here.’

I’ve made a lot of noise lately here in Marfa about moving on. Always on a quest to find that mythical place ‘home’ and never finding it. And then one day on one of my evening walks with Zack, my dog, I got it. I am home, wherever I am, I am home. This may sound quite simplistic and yet for me it had the power of a major breakthrough.

And so, here I am, still in Marfa, but differently. For the time being I’m at peace here. Meanwhile…