"The magic thing about home is that it feels good to leave and it feels even better to come back."
It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realise what's changed is you. At 16, what was supposed to be a cage for you becomes your gateway to freedom at 24. Irony laughs because home is a place you grow up wanting to leave and grow old wanting to get back to! Strange but true.
You wove dreams. Big ones. Glittering ones. All while dozing off to sleep on your favourite pillow in your darling bed. You went places carrying those dreams inside your heart only to realise they are safest when tucked away under your eyelashes over the same favourite pillow in the same darling bed you once left. There lies the thrill in the simplest things life has to offer. Oscar Wilde has rightly reckoned, "With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?"
But then, why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you come from with new eyes and extra colours. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving. No matter how far-reaching your goals seem, no matter how long a marathon you decide to run, always keep coming home to yourself. Because there's nothing half so pleasant as coming home again. And there's nothing half so enriching as finding the good old ink filling fresh pages. Yet again.
