Being back to your hometown brings an array of mixed feelings.

Once the initial wave of nostalgia has passed, what is left behind is a real sense of familiarity and the comfort and ease that comes with it. Yes, there may be some changes that you need to get used to, but by and large, the bones of the city are deep ingrained in the bones of the man you have become. Things just feel easier to do while you are here.

I remember the reasons why I wanted to leave. Those reasons are all still very much valid, at least for the most part. But at the same time, whenever I come back, I find another reason to stay. 

And it all just makes me wonder… What is home? Is it where I belong? Is it what belongs to me? Are the two supposed to be the same?