I was having a meander through notes I've written to myself over the last few years and I happened upon this today which has resonated with me again more so since I have been moving around from place to place without any fixed abode. It's from John Banville's book The Blue Guitar which I had read.
'And yet once you go away, and stay away for any length of time, you never entirely return... even when I came back here, to the place I started out from and where I should have felt the strongest sense of being myself, something, some flickering, yet intrinsic part of me, was lacking. It was as if I had left my shadow behind. (page 198)

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