She liked being away from home. There was something excellent about seeing things she’d never seen before or talking to people she’d never met, or experiencing things that she’d never dreamt she’d be doing. They often told her with a scoff that she was born with an explorer’s heart and a young soul and it was teasing that she would gracefully and eagerly live up to.
But, at the same time, there was something lovely about coming home, about driving along streets that she’d known since childhood, to see friends a family, and to just be completely comfortable with everything around her. She loved knowing all the secrets of the place and being able to navigate with her mind turned off.
She was completely of two minds about where she wanted to be, and that was perfectly okay.