I moved away (twice) and then moved back to my hometown and have been living here ever since. Not going anywhere because A) I love it here and B) my parents need my help in their golden years. Perhaps it's more the IDEA that you want to 'go home' again, because I often feel the same way even while residing in the same place where I grew up. Change and progress aren't necessarily a bad thing but it's definitely bittersweet and quite often I find myself wishing things could be like they once were. I totally get it, believe me. **hugs**