For every woman who has ever packed one bag… and left everything behind.
On a Tuesday in March, Sofia Reyes finds something on the shared calendar that she has been choosing, very carefully, not to look at. By noon she is standing on a stranger's doorstep in Ukrainian Village. By midnight she has packed one bag, called her travel agent, and booked a one-way ticket to Rome.
She doesn't have a plan. She has thirty-four years of being the person who manages everything for everyone, and a marriage that turns out to have been approximate, and the sudden, vertiginous freedom of someone who has lost the life she was living and hasn't yet decided what comes next.
What comes next is Rome. Then Florence. Then the five villages of Cinque Terre stitched to cliffsides above an impossible blue sea. Then Barcelona. And at a small trattoria in Trastevere, on the night she arrives, a shared table with a stranger who translates the menu and says things that are exactly true in ways she wasn't expecting—and who might be, if she lets herself believe it, exactly what she's been looking for.
Every City But Home is a novel about what it costs to build a life around the wrong premise, and what becomes possible when you stop.
