Back to the Homeland

I am like some poor Robinson on my island. As long as no one promised me anything, I was in exile, that's a fact, but I never thought about leaving my island. But now I am being reliably told of a boat that will soon take me back to my homeland. And so I stay on the beach, looking into the distance, I keep looking... and when I see nothing on the horizon, I tell myself: They deceived me! I won't leave here so soon!

(Thérèse of Lisieux, Last Conversations, August 6, 1897)