Coming home was always a great thing once away for a long period of time. I escaped for 3 years and came home for holidays and film shoots. It was always so wonderfully stress free (not the film shoots) for some reason and my room felt empty (which in some ways I liked). It was odd looking down the high street from the train station after returning, I felt like a tourist not knowing where to go. Then, 6 years ago, I came back and stayed. Didn't have a choice, no money, no job yet but I really had hoped I would be out of there/here by now. Maybe in the new year I'll have the money to leave so I can 'come home' again and have the feeling.
Don't forget to check out where it all started over at Wandering Through the Shelves.