"It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what's changed is you." — F. Scott Fitzgerald
After eight long years, I have finally made my way back home. Returning home draws many complexities. I did not return as the 2017 version of me — I probably wouldn't recognize her if we passed each other on the street — and yet being back home makes me feel like I am back in 2017, only this time, I am eight years older and a mother. So much has changed and healed since I left, and coming home feels like a full-circle moment, an ending as much as a beginning.
