I know why my heart is so wild, so restless: because I am a part of every soul that went before me, endlessly searching for home. As Tennyson once wrote, “I am a part of all I have met.” Well every one that came before me carried a part of who they were and passed it on to me. Once I find those missing parts, I’ll find a place to call home. I know I’ll find it, because it isn’t here. It’s in me.