I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place.
Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they
have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. Sometimes
a man hits upon a place to which he feels he mysteriously belongs.
Here is the home he sought, and he will settle among scenes that
he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as
though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.
– W. Somerset Maugham
