How was she to determine where home really was for her, now that she had complicated her life further? Was it where the Capotosti clan clustered on holidays? Was it where you were born, or where you wanted to be when you died, or where you did all the in-between things? Was it a place you had to look for, or a place that found you? Did you reside in it, or did it reside in you? Or was it the place you ran away from, like she had been doing ever since she was a scraggly little girl with a blue valise.
