There's a saying that you can't go home again.
The truth is... we can go home again. It's just that home isn't there anymore. Oh sure, we'll find the roof and the four walls. We may or may not find the tree the rope swing was tied to or the honeysuckle bush where the robins nested.
But the memories - the events and emotions that made the place home - those left when we did. They're the weight that pulls on us after we leave, calling out in hopes we'll remember. The problem is we put so much effort into making the new place feel right we forget there's more than just clothes and furniture to unpack.
If we'd only take the time to spend time with our memories we'd find that home has come right along with us.
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