Why go home again?

The cliché is you can never go home again. We have never used such a disaffirmation. We would never say such nonsense. We say, Why go home again?

There is so much of the world to see.  Going home is tedious. Rounds of visiting family, acquaintances, and places only to relive sentimental memories of a bygone time. Nostalgia is tiresome.

Nostalgia is a tricky thing. Like a new lover it promises many things it has no intentions of fulfilling. It promises longed for golden memories.

For some it can be recollections of happiness or joy. Yet when most travel down reminiscent highway they realize those warm fuzzy feelings they yearn for dissolve into grief. The landscape may appear as remembered but disenchantment fills the heart felt yearning.

Why allow oneself to be so disheartened? Why suffer the self to experience bittersweet ghosts of a past lifetime?  There is a reason the past is the past. Rather than chase spirits of the past on some self-indulgent ghost hunting rendezvous, allow them to fade as the scenery dissolves in a rear view mirror.

Exorcise any demons floating through the head to return home. The only spirits anyone should allow around them should be the 80 proof kind. Have a cocktail, preferably a martini.

Relive memories while making new ones. Take your loved ones with you and see the world. Travel. See new things. Take your loved ones to a new clime, a new latitude. Watch the sunrise in Monte Carlo, the sunset in Monterey. Breakfast inFiji. Luncheon in Singapore.

Sip tea in Mauritas.

Savor supper inPrague.

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