This sci-fi tale wrestles with the meaning of 'home' when mankind begins discovering other planets to populate beyond Earth. Here's an except:
"The visitor ships always departed soon after
they arrived. The occupants were making
new homes out in the far reaches of the galaxy, new homes with a new set of
wonders. Kayin was just a stop along
their way. A way station, they called
it. Its soil had been deemed too acidic
for agriculture; it’s winds at times too relentless for human beings to
tolerate. No one mentioned the breath-taking
beauty of Kayin’s sky at night. Instead,
for more than a hundred years, they had stored fuel and foodstuffs here, in the
huge station complex where Amelia lived most of the time alone. Amelia sometimes tried to imagine these other
planets her visitors were headed too, but mostly she thought about Earth. She pictured in her mind Earth’s cities, its
oceans, it deserts, its green meadows. Polluted,
the visitors said when she asked them about it.
Dangerous. Overcrowded. Concepts she found it near-impossible to
imagine."
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