I always come back — this is a phrase that can be interpreted in different ways, but for me personally, it means returning to my roots and the place where I feel at home. I was born and raised in a small town in Russia. It’s a place where everyone knows each other, where people still value traditions, and where the pace of life is slower. And no matter where life takes me, I always find myself coming back.
Growing up, I had the typical dreams of a small town girl — to leave for a big city, to travel the world, and to pursue a career. And I did just that. I went to university in Moscow, got a job at a prestigious company, and traveled to different countries for work and leisure. I experienced the fast-paced life of a big city, the thrill of meeting new people and seeing new places.
However, with all these experiences came the realization that I missed my hometown. I missed the simplicity and peace it offered. I missed my family and friends who lived there. I missed the sense of belonging that I felt nowhere else. It was then that I understood that, no matter how much I traveled and lived in different places, my hometown would always be a part of me.
Now, whenever I have some time off work, I make it a point to visit my hometown. The moment I step off the train or out of the car, I breathe in the familiar air and feel a sense of calm wash over me. I catch up with old friends, visit my grandparents, and just enjoy the scenery. Sometimes, I just sit by the river and watch the water flow by, thinking about nothing in particular.
Coming back to my hometown also gives me a chance to reflect on my life and reset my priorities. In the big city, it’s easy to get caught up in the rat race and forget what’s important. But in my hometown, the pace of life is slower, and people value other things. I am reminded that family, friendships, and a sense of community are indispensable parts of life.
I have also come to appreciate the beauty of my hometown more over the years. When I was younger, I used to think that it was too small and boring. But now, I see how much character it has — the old buildings, the cobbled streets, and the familiar faces. I marvel at the changing colors of the trees in autumn and the glittering snow in winter. I cherish the little things that make my hometown unique.
In conclusion, I always come back means more than just physically returning to my hometown. It means returning to my roots, to the values that shape me as a person. It means preserving my identity and cultural heritage. It means realizing that no matter where life takes me, my hometown will always be a part of me.
