“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
-George Moore, Irish poet
Life is ironic sometimes…you feel dissatisfied, restless, yearning to roam somewhere new and just see something different. You save, you plan, you go to this new place. You walk around looking at the new buildings, sceneries, faces; moved but sometimes overwhelmed by the sheer amount of newness. You look for glimpses of familiarity in the faces and language swirling around you, and sometimes you see & hear it and it brings a modicum of comfort. Could it be? Do you actually miss home after all this wanting to escape it? You face the last day of the journey, feeling nostalgic already for the place you are leaving. But then, you make it home…the familiar bumps in the driveway feel more endearing, the rise of the house in front of you makes you happier than it has in a long time, and the love that you feel for home, for those dear to you that you left behind, becomes very clear and poignant. You are home, and you are happy.