This morning I woke up and, for the first time since August 2, 2005,
I did not say to myself,
'This is not home.'
I looked up at the bricks and beams, and smiled.
Total relaxation, no split-second of panic.
Maybe I am turning a corner.
We are home again in New Jersey, Americans through and through. With all its problems and flaws, America is my country that I understand in a way I will never understand another. Here is my story.
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