![[Panama Canal, 1923.]](img/pg14_1.jpg)
Each time I went home I expected, of course, to find things as I had left them. They never were, for scenes and people change, and unless one continues himself in the same environment his own change is not their change. So each time I came HOME I was different, HOME was different and as though making a V in time, HOME and I diverged, wider and wider.
When sixteen, I crossed the Pacific. And again. And then I crossed it twice more and I was not yet eighteen. I saw the Orient, went through it twice. Mexico and Canada I had seen when I was twelve —— and Panama too. When I was twenty–one I had seen the Indies, the West Indies and knew them well. I had lived all over.
My mother must feel guilty about my moving around so much for she always misunderstands me when I mention my lack of a Home. True enough she made a home wherever we went and did it well for she is a clever woman. But one cannot move around without losing his intimacy with his surroundings, that intimacy being born only from long association. School after school. Dozens of schools....
I began to hate school....
As a redhead I had little chance of being branded as other than a rebel....
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