The old addage of, you can't go back home has always interested me.

I know that your experiences in life, once you've left home, really do change. The newness of life wears on you; you have gone more places and done more things than many other people from that same little town will ever do. 

So, you can return to where you grew up, but it's not really home anymore. You've started, as the saying goes, hanging your hat elsewhere. You can go back, see family and friends, but home is somewhere else now.

And that is ok.