I am reading this book called Eat, Pray, Love (by Elizabeth Gilbert) and this quote begged to be added to my blog. It’s from a poem she wrote to end the India section:
…sleeping in doorways, under bridges–a hobo
(which is short for, “homeward bound,” you know)
And now he chases me, saying, “You got that, Liz?
What HOMEWARD means? What BOUND really is?”
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So now I know what a hobo is… though I’ve known what it means to be homeward bound for quite some time, I am (probably too) proud to say.
