“So where are you heading?” he asked the woman in the window seat next to him. She hadn’t taken her eyes off the window since before the plane took off.
“Home,” she said, still not looking.
“Well, so much for the old saying.”
“What?”
“You know… ‘you can’t go home again,’ and all that,” he said.
“Oh,” she said. “As far as I know, that’s true.”
“But you said you’re going home now.”
“Yes,” she said. “For the first time. It’s always for the first time. That’s why you can never do it again.”
