You can’t go home again.
It’s a phrase with many meanings, often referring to change as life’s only constant. Sure, you can return to the place you once called home, but it won’t be the same as when you left it. But perhaps the more profound meaning of that saying is wrapped up in the person it pertains to; you are the one who is different. You have transformed into someone who no longer quite fits your home. You’re a warped puzzle piece left out in the rain too long, and now you can’t snap into place. It’s scary to think about… but often fundamentally true. And it’s something that stories can help us come to terms with as we grow, while that vague notion of home seems to slide from our grip.
