You can go back anywhere you like, because it turns out in the end that you never really left.
Ey gaw, hun, not even ter get married at th’ Fountain Bleu?
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I grew up in Glen Burnie, too! GBHS, class of '79.
Hey, it’s a nice place to get married! (Or at least it used to be; haven’t set foot in there for over 15 years). In fact, hubby got married there for the first time. When we got engaged, he asked if he could get a “volume discount”, as he’d gotten married there before. They said no. 
If leaving is a mere parting and not a renunciation of home and traditions, you can aways return.
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Holy crap, I hadn’t thought of La Fontaine Bleu in years! (But that should be “hon,” not “hun.” ;)) I know I’ve been inside that place at least a few times, and I think once was for a family friend’s wedding reception.
Spalding, class of '89. 
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No. Not a renunciation. Just moved on to bigger and (at the time) more exciting things. Now that I’ve done them, it seems like moving forward from here may just be going back. I’m a different person than I was 20 years ago. Hopefully a little wiser and certainly more humble. I just don’t know if my recent knocks are making me feel more nostalgic and this is just a misplaced attempt at some security. Certainly everyone there wants and welcomes me back with open arms.
I live about 15 miles from where I was born and 10 miles from the house I grew up in.
I see my mom several times a week and my sister and I spend a considerable amount of time at our parents house.
Having said that, you really can’t go home. The house isn’t the same as it was when I moved out on my own. My little sister is now married with a little family of her own. My parents have new pets, new carpet and I can imagine that although they’d let me move back if need be, that I would never feel like an integrated part of the household again.
Sad, really. 
“Home. I haff no home. Hanted . . . despised . . . liffink like an animal—de jongle is my home! But I vill show de vorld that I can be its master. I shall perfect my own rice of pipple—a rice of atomic supermen vhich vill conquer de vorld!”
LOL!
Thanks Eve. I needed that laugh today.