They say you can't go back home again, and this is true, for the most part. When we leave we grow in ways those who stayed don't experience. Some of us experience the world, others a small part of it. At the end of our journey, when we try to go back, we see home in a different light. We return to find the lights on and nobody home. Compared to where we've been it is unfulfilling and dull. Home becomes the memory you go back to in your mind, while you still can.
To read the rest of my post, please follow this link to "The Path" and The Price for a Day of My Life
