May 13, 2023:
So he bursts into tears to be "home", returning from the airport via familiar roads.
North on 5 past Plant 19 and Plant 1: his mother worked there for much of her life. She drove the same roads — this road, the one under his wheels right now. She's dead, he's here, he remembers her and honors her memory and wishes they'd succeeded in being part of each others' lives.
"Home"? After half a lifetime in exile is there anymore such a thing?