“For most of my life there was a part of me that believed I didn't belong here -- in Blackdamp, in Granny's house. in this world. And that part of me ached at the sight of my door, at the thought of home. I wanted so badly to feel like I belonged, and it seemed so much easier to believe that my belonging waited on the other side of my door in some place I'd never seen than to believe that it was here, somewhere around me, waiting for me to find it. To make it so.”