There and back again

Canada Day fireworks somehow always manage to fan the melancholy flame that burns deep inside me. Thinking about how much I long to up and leave again, as soon as possible, I couldn't help but admit that of all the places in the world, there surely isn't another as wonderful as this one to come home to.

Here, I long to leave; away (after a few weeks, at least), I'm torn between the drive to go on and the desire to go home and rest a while. What would happen if I set out with no return ticket, I wonder?