Hometown

I am like a home town, and you an adventurer.
You leave and return,
Long for me when you are away,
And feel secure when you are near me.
When you spend too much time with me, you get anxious--you want to get out and see the world!
You change every time you leave,
And I accept you always on your return,
Sometimes I hold parties for your victories, and always you are greeted warmly;
 but one day I change, and you worry that I'm losing the things you hold most dear.
Am I your hometown?
Will you bitter and abandon the city that took you in,
Or will you be buried within my reach?