You Can’t Go Home Again

“Sometimes the hardest goodbyes aren’t to people, but to places."

I recently revisited my hometown, which once held so many memories for me. I remembered the town of years past—a place where people cared for their homes, their community, and each other. But what I found this time was so different. Homeless camps lined the streets, cannabis shops seemed to be on every corner, and there was an air of neglect that broke my heart. At first, it filled me with sadness. But then I realized—it also gave me closure. I no longer needed to carry in my heart the way I once did. It's a chapter in my life that has closed. The happy memories remain, but I don’t belong there anymore. We often try to return to places in our past, hoping they will feel the same. But they rarely do. And maybe that’s okay. Sometimes God gently reminds us: You can’t go home again, because I’m calling you forward, not backward.