As I roamed down the stunning Pacific Coastal Highway, awed at the beautiful sunset over Yosemite Valley, drank beyond my capacity in a small Italian restaurant in Calistoga, and flew from coast to coast across the vast land of America, I couldn't agree more with what the travel writer Pico Iyer put it:"Home is less to do with a piece of soil than with a piece of soul".
Yes, home is where I feel freest to be who I am. It is often when I'm on the road, I encounter and embrace the most touching moments of home return and find my sense of belonging.
当我流连在依山傍海的太平洋海岸公路上每一处的壮观景象中，感动于日落时优胜美地山谷的永恒博大之美，放纵地在加州的葡萄酒之乡纳帕谷饮至微醺时心中洋溢着抒情和诗意，或是飞越美国广袤的土地从西海岸直达东海岸，我想起行游作家Pico Iyer说的一句话：“与一片土地相比，家更多的是一片心灵”。
往往在旅途中，我偶遇并拥抱了一个个感人的仿佛回到家里的时刻，并在那样的时刻里忽然找到了自己的归属，找到了一个作为完全自由的灵魂的快乐。