Cultivating Immortality, but Everything Goes Off the Rails

Her older sister waited for him for three years. The day he came back, he stood outside all night, not daring to go in.

She didn't open the door either.

The stove faced east. The porridge cooled, was reheated, then cooled again.

Later, she asked, "Did you find what you were waiting for?"

He said, "I did."

Where someone is waiting for you, that is home.