Yes and no.
He did say "You Can't Go Home Again", and I learned this past weekend that you can in some respects, but not in others.
For the first time since I moved to Denver last November, I went back to Atlanta (and, yes, I had grits more than once while there) for less than 72 hours. I tried to cram in as much friend immersion as I possibly could in that short time period. I was disappointed that I did not get to see everyone who I wanted to spend time with, and the time that I spent with those who I did see was shorter than I would have liked. But it still was so much fun to see my ATL friends.
What struck me is that I don't miss the place at all. I drove by my beloved home, and my first and foremost thought was "thank goodness we don't have to take care of that property any more."
Of course, I do miss the people, but it was very comforting to see folks who I haven't seen in almost a year and just pick up exactly where we left off. It was as if I had seen them a few weeks ago. What a wonderful feeling - just the way I hoped it would be when I wrote about friendship in this blog nine months ago here.
How different adult friendships are than friendships when you are young. Remember how people who you now barely remember signed your yearbook in high school, promising eternal friendship? Then you saw them a few years later and had nothing to say to each other? Well, this was nothing like that. This was a great experience, giving a secure feeling that these people will be with me for life.
For me, "Home" was definitely not the place, but the people. Thank you, friends.