In the months, weeks, and days prior to going "home" you can picture in your mind, being there.
And it's a million miles away.
And you can barely remember what the air smells like there, or the taste of the water.
And then you go.
And there you are.
You are here, you have arrived.
The city looks the same.
Your family and friends got older, and thinner, and fatter, and new hairstyles.
And all the kids got bigger, and smarter, and now some are taller than you are.
And you take it all in. And you let it all out. And you enjoy it for all it's worth and know it won't be long before you leave and it will only be a vision in your mind again.
Then you are back.
Back to your new life.
And it is nice, and it is different.
And the weather is beautiful.
And you take it all in.
And you wonder if you really ever went home, or if it was all just a surreal dream.