B    ut I'm still going back. Back to parents who want to know when I'm going to stop this foolish running around and "come home."

Back to parents I no longer imagine I'll be able to change but still fight with anyway. Back to brothers who will always be bigger and older and smarter and never let me forget it. Back to the old, familiar stresses I still harbor inside but don't have to deal with out here.

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Isn't that what the holidays are really about? Returning to your roots – and root causes – of your current dissatisfaction. It's a kind of psychological pilgrimage: re-visit the past to see how far you've grown. Carry on the traditions to keep the roots alive.