Well, I traveled to my hometown yesterday. That’s right, your friend and mine returned to Savanna. good ol' Savanna. The lion's den.

It seems no matter how much I learn or how much I grow I am thrust back into the role I have tried to leave behind. I have two comments I need to make on some oldies but goodies of the words of wisdom world.

The first, 'you can never return home.' bullshit. No matter where you are or what you have made of yourself you are still that dirt incrusted four year old in that small town getting ready for your first day of school. It’s unavoidable. Like it or not, home has shaped you into who you are today. Perhaps they should ad a tagline to the end of this. You may not be able to return home... but home will always find a way to return to you.

The second, 'you can't run from who you are.' ok. Fine. I can see where they were going with this. On the other hand, it is not exactly true. You most certainly can run. I have seen it done. People spending their whole lives avoiding their reflection in the mirror at all cost. For one reason or another they don’t want to be remembered for what they were. So, keeping in mind that they are the ones that know themselves the best, logic says if you forget who you were no one else will either. Leaving them with a clean slate. Right? The loophole is though you may be able to run you can't shake that mother for anything.

I do want to state that it is not impossible to leave behind the you that you once were. But the recipe always includes a lot of pain, a dash of conviction. A touch of bravery. Stubbornness and a brief period of loneliness. But just remember life has always been a Pandora’s box. Once you open the door it can’t be closed. You may find unspeakable treasures or you may find ghosts that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Ultimately it is your call.