Parts of Ann Arbor feel like home and some parts don't.
Kind of bittersweet.
When I moved away, the first time, I was single and had the world by the tail. I left a deal on the table to own a grocery store/deli.
When I moved back, I was married with an 8-week old baby--living outside of the "loop".
I didn't realize that I was a different person when I came back. No longer single, no longer free to be.
When I moved away, the second time, I had 4 kids . . . the city that I loved as a single woman looked very different during this season of my life.
Home is the place where you belong; single or married, sans kids/or many, fancy job/homemaker. What matters is how you feel when you are there.