You can never go home...

I've heard that expression before, and I always mentally deny it.  I mean, home is home. It will always be there, regardless of the fact that you're there or not.  But sadly, that's blatantly not true.  Everything changes, and you can never truly go home.  Today, I went to the town I grew up in, and all I felt was sadness.  It more or less looked the same, with a few new businesses and a lot of the old ones closed down.  The people still had the same feel, but the ultimate feeling of home was gone.  All the little things that made it home were gone, the memories pale and insubstantial, and I felt a little part of my soul shrivel up and die.  After all the recent turmoil that's beset my life, I was certain that returning home would fill me with some measure of peace.  All I found was a bleak shadow of what I knew, and all of the people were strangers. Or maybe I'm the stranger?  I was so sure I would see somebody, anybody, that I once knew, but I didn't.  And now I feel like I'm truly adrift, a nomad with no destination to the road I travel.