For the Holidays You Can't Beat Home, Sweet Home

I met a man who lives in Tennessee

And he was heading for Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From George MacDonald's Lilith (as far as I can remember from reading this book some years ago, these conversations occur between the narrator and a man who is also a raven):

'Oblige me by telling me where I am.'

'That is impossible. You know nothing about whereness. The only way to come to know where you are is to begin to make yourself at home.'

'How am I to begin that where everything is so strange?''

By doing something.'

'What?'

'Anything; and the sooner you begin the better! for until you are at home, you will find it as difficult to get out as it is to get in.'

...

'None the less you must get to be at home in it; for home, as you may or may not know, is the only place where you can go out and in. There are places you can go into, and places you can go out of; but the one place, if you do but find it, where you may go out and in both, is home.'

...

'Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home. You thought you were at home where I found you: if that had been your home, you could not have left it. Nobody can leave home. And nobody ever was or ever will be at home without having gone there.'