I've not lived in Connecticut for 50 years. When I've visited, I've felt I've returned home. My landmarks are the same. I know my way around. I can find my way around. My memories return though some landscapes have changed. The belonging lasts for a time. To go back to live . . . well, I wouldn't feel at home. I wouldn't know anyone. I'd be a stranger. I'm in a diaspora, a dispersion of an originally homogeneous family.