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Beautifully put.
I love my home town. It's lovely, quaint, and consistently ranks somewhere on the "best places to live in" surveys. I was really fortunate to grow up there, even if I didn't realise it at the time.
I flew the nest, found my own path, and moved around a bit. I've settled six hundred miles away - and with the numbers of folk in my family slowly starting to dwindle, I'm finding fewer and fewer reasons to go back home.
I miss my formative years, but rather than grieve for them, I'm thankful for growing up somewhere that gave me a lot of joy and good memories. I may not have grown up where I am now, but it's where my other half and my kids are, and that's home now.