As he stepped on the soil of the strange, yet familiar land, a thought struck him. It made him question why he was here. Why he had come back here after all these years. After leaving the life here behind. Leaving everything to go back.
To go back, to a place he called home. But home, was not the same when he had gone back. Home, was not the way he had left it. Home, had changed. Perhaps this is why he had come back here.
To pick up the pieces of the home he had left, to go back home. But it did not feel like a homecoming. It felt like he was here visiting. And that was not the feeling of home.
But when he got the feeling of going home, it was not home anymore.
He sighed, as he put these thoughts behind him and walked into familiar territory. The buzz greeted him. Welcomed him back. To his new home.