We have a saying that, “You can never go home again.” You have likely experienced why this expression exists. When I left San Diego for college in Tampa and returned to San Diego the next summer, life was not the same. My life had moved on. The lives of my friends had moved on so that things were not the same when I came back. But what happens is we hold in our minds the way things were when we were kids when we lived at home. But then we come back and home is not the same. It is almost that we take a picture of how things were, hoping that somehow everything will be frozen and pick up right where we left off. But this is where this saying comes in. You can never go home again. You go home but things are not the same. Sometimes we really wish that home could be the way we remember it…
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