The phrase "going home" could mean a lot of things to people.
This could mean just walking into your house from work or school for the day, this could mean a house or apartment that isn't yours, or this could mean going back to a place that is forever part of your heart.
When I say I'm "going home" for a week, that means I'm going back to Maine.
Maine to me is where I was raised my life until I decided to up and move to Tennessee, but that doesn't mean I don't visit.. I visit most of the time twice a year, one of those times ALWAYS Christmas. I "go home" for Christmas every year, and I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it when that time ends, when that means I get a big girl job, or when that means I'm starting a family of my own, and traveling with babies is probably super hard.
I've lived in Tennessee for four years, and you would think that over time, it gets easier to come back. Sometimes, this is true.
Sometimes... it isn't.
I know I made this choice on my own, but it's hard to leave everything you knew, and you start to realize that aside from you growing as a person, other people grow up, too. Your friends back home change, because they're growing as people too, which is what is suppose to happen. Their lives don't stop just because you decided to pack up and move away, but that also doesn't mean that you can't have fun and reminisce when you come back for a visit.
"Going home" can mean a lot of things to people, but just remember where you come from.
