“Me? I'm just a traveller,” I say. “I know that won't exactly satisfy your curiosity, but that's all there is to say. I travel, one city to the next. Yes, there's a reason. No, I don't have a home to go to.”
I pause, there, because I do have a home of sorts – it's just that I'm not welcome there. Not anymore. But that'll change some day. I want to go home more than anything else, of course I do, but I don't know how just yet. There'll be a way.
So for now, I drift, hoping that someday I'll find that way and I'll return to the world where I belong. There's no rush, though. I have all the time in the world.