L.was concerned.

I therefore found no severe trail at the moment of my departure, such as I had experienced when separated from my home in Tuckahoe.

My home at my old master's was charmless to me; it was not home, but a prison to me; on parting from it, I could not feel that I was leaving anything which I could have enjoyed by staying.
My mother was now long dead; my grandmother was far away, so that I seldom saw her; Aunt Katy was my unrelenting tormentor; and my two sisters and brothers, owing to our early separation in life, and the family-destroying power of slavery, were, comparatively, strangers{106} to me.

The fact of our relationship was almost blotted out.

I looked for _home_ elsewhere, and was confident of finding none which I should relish less than the one I was leaving.