changing, but not necessarily growing, it's not cocooning, not putting away childish things, it's not stopping something that was bad for me, just stopping. just putting something away, trying something different, moving away, not on, because that seems to imply a hump, something to get over, a speedbump, or a gated community, and escape, over the wall and to freedom, or maybe just another burb-clave. and looking for another yard to play in, someone else's pool to frolic in, something else to leash, to lash, to hitch upon, not necessarily a star, but going back to the playground you left? going back to the company you used to work for? hanging around the school you graduated from? no, not like that at all. coming back to the city you once lived in and then moved away from, or maybe like in college or even high school studying abroad for a semester. things are just different.