Northern Ivy

For many years, he had lived far from his home. His eyes and ears, as a young man, were so thirsty for new sights, new sounds, the music of a different language than his own, that he traveled from city to city, until west became east, and the mountains plunged into the sea.
One day he grew tired, and he settled down. He found work in a small town and built a house he could call his own. The years passed, but he could never really feel at home, even though he had made many friends, learned their language almost perfectly, and was appreciated by his neighbours. The years passed, and more and more he remembered the place where he was born, and felt like this was his only real home. But he had no friends or family there anymore...
The man grew older, and while he missed his hometown, he wasn't really sad, because his real life was here, in the city where he worked and where he had all his friends. Nevertheless, he perfectly knew that one day, maybe soon, he would have to go back to the only place he could call his home. So he made a promise, looking at a picture of the city of his childhood: I will come back to you, he said, for you are the only place where I will truly find peace, and where my soul can feel complete.