Whoever said you can't go home again told the truth in a lying sort of way.
I'm visiting family until the big trek (only a week to go) and it's been rather interesting thus far.
I mean, we have our little tiffs, and my family still lives in the small town I grew up in-not a place I would ever live full-time again, and I shun the streets for fear of running into people I know from high school.
However, home as a feeling or where your family is-not so bad.
Although, it should be noted that I am extremely volatile right now. This feeling of love towards my family could just be the result of some odd chemical that is released from the brain in times of great stress. Yeah, that must be it.