It happens to most of us, if not all, at one point or another. Usually after graduating high school or college or finding out you finally got the internship of your dreams in Africa or your first real job in New York. It’s a cumulation of every single second of your entire life, up until that very moment. The moment you leave home. Sure you can always go home, but you can never go home again. Going home again implies nothing will have changed in your absence when quite the opposite is true. This is the price we pay for choosing to experience life in different places. The ultimate life choice: to leave home forever or to stay in the same place, content with constant familiarity and comfort. I think the choice is obvious for most people, under the right circumstances. Leave.
Leave home to see wonders, to grow, to acquire new knowledge, to experience different love, and to encounter strange creatures in darkened smoky corners of the world. You will change in the most beautiful way. All the nuance and beauty will wash over you. But, the one thing the world out there doesn’t offer you, is the one thing all humans need. And one day, you will wake up, nostalgic and yearning for that place you once called home. The place your mom made you chicken noodle soup and braided your hair. The place your dad read you stories before tucking you in to bed and turning out the lights. The place where you rented movies every friday night with your sister. The place where you scraped your knee, playing tag with your childhood best friend. The city park you practically lived at during your high school teenage angst. You can go home. But it will no longer be the home you used to know. That city park has a new swing set. They got rid of the see saw. You have grown too old for bed time stories, and the house you grew up in is now inhabited by a new family with young kids of their own. You have to make your own chicken noodle soup now, and your hair is too short, too grown up looking to braid. All movie rental places have gone out of business and have been replaced with businesses that will become a symbol of comfort to other young children entering adolescence.
Leave home. For the love of God, leave as far, and as often as you can. Most of you will come back.
But every time you walk out of that door, every time you drive down the freeway with city lights gleaming in the rearview mirror, look back. Take it in, just for a moment. That is home. Your home. Nothing will ever be the same again. The beauty that you see is fleeting. Small changes will creep in like seasons and everything you once knew will seem unfamiliar one day. Blow a kiss, wave goodbye, and say thank you for all its has given you. Because, once you leave, you can never go home again.