As time going by, my attitude towards my home has changed a lot.

As a young boy, I appreciate the comfort and security of a familiar place; a safe haven from the vagaries and vicissitudes of the world.

As I grew up, I started to feel limited by mu surroundings; mu developing mind body yearning for freedom and adventure away form stifling rules that prevented either of these ideals from being attained.

Now that I am a little older still, although I still strive for freedom and adventure. I occasionally yearn for the peace and security that I associate with being young, with being home.

For me, home is now somewhere I can comfortably visit relaxed in the knowledge that I am not tied there, for I have outgrown it, even though I am in a much better position to appreciate the ties I have there. It also reminds me that I carry a piece of home with me, wherever I go.