YOu really can go home again, depending on what home you are talking about.
We spent the long weekend out at Camp MAskepetoon, the place I worked at during my University years (and got hooked). And I was at home. In moving away I left many things behind but Maskepetoon is what I miss the most. There is such a feeling of belonging there.
If we were back in this area I know I would be involved still. I know I could do no other. But now I carry with me my memories and my prayers.
Some day we may plan a holiday trip back here so that the girls can go there as campers. Some day...