It hit him in Morocco after a day trip out of Marrakech to see the Ouzoud Falls. On the return journey, he saw the warm lights of the city — a thousand homes lit by a thousand lights — and he thought of home, of family, of the future that awaited him. All of it was a world away, accessible only in old photographs and postmarked letters from afar.
He was leaving town tomorrow, off to God only knew where on his wild trip around the world. He’d never been great at deciding, or at going home.
But maybe it was time.