You can go home again. There’s something comforting about going back and seeing that everything is right where you left it. Sure, the small lines and added pounds may be there, but the container still holds the same essence. All the glitchy goodness of imperfection I once thought I wanted to escape. There’s no escape from that — we all have problems. The difference is whether those around you are willing to accept you no matter what weird thing you do. Acceptance is a powerful thing. Welcome home. You belong. We know you and still want you. Your place at the table is still open. Don’t worry about being late. The light is on.