I’m 196 days away from my birthday. No. You cannot go home. Home is where your heart is. Aging hadn’t been easy for me either. I can say this much, there is no amount of money that I’d pay to turn the clock back. I busted my tail to get to here. It’s time to accept the present. The wrinkles. The gray hairs. All of it. It’s yours. It’s mine. I earned it. I earned ma’am. Enjoy your life now. Forget going back home. It doesn’t exist how we remember it. It’s gone. As it should be.